Fable Fanfiction - The Affair Of The Royal Armada

Chapter 16 - Reaver's Point Of View

"Now take her to the ship!" Captain Dredd called out again in a disgruntled tone as I kept struggling and screaming. I was dragged towards that same ghostly ship from before, the one I had out the act on in front of. I was about to be dragged on, just as I heard the noise of water splashing. I turned my head to see Emily, pulling herself up onto the dock from underneath, covered in water.

They were hiding all along.

She got up properly and got down beside Reaver, obviously hearing everything that went on. She noticed me, but she was also trying to keep quiet at the same time, moving slowly to him as she kept her eyes on me. As she reached him, she placed a hand on his back and then raised her palm to me and...there was no blood. Thank God.

I gave her a quick nod, as if to say 'Thank you' or 'Look after him' just as I was dragged away as she stayed by his body.

As I was pulled on, I was immediately dragged below deck and into what seemed to be a makeshift prison and I was immediately thrown in and locked up by the ghostly figures. It was dark, damp and it smelled like blood. Yet not old blood, it smelled like fresh blood had just been spilt and had dried into the ship.

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REAVER'S POV

"Ugh, by Avo." I groaned to myself as I lay on the ground, the feeling of utter disorientation fazing me quite rapidly. I opened my eyes slowly as they stung quite horrifically, trying to let my vision adjust as a ripping pain in my chest was apparent. As my eyes finally decided to give me my vision back, I realized there was someone leaning over me. I expected it to be the Queen, but as I glanced closer, I realized that it was that girl from before. Yes, Emily.

"Master Reaver?" She asked me in a quiet voice as I went to sit up slowly, putting my head into my hands.

"Tell me, my dear girl. Why am I lying on these blasted docks?" I asked her, hoping for a rather honest answer as I wished to know my situation as soon as I could, so I may jump back into action if I may.

"You were seemingly attacked by one of those spirits. The...maid girl was taken away." She sounded as if she knew I'd become disgruntled. I thought for a moment why that girl hadn't referred to her as 'her majesty' as they were incredibly close it seemed, and yet as 'maid girl'. It seems that the queen has indeed kept to our little deal like the honest girl she is. I shouldn't have ever doubted her.

"Damn." I said to myself in a low tone as I scanned the docks, it seemingly empty of everyone. My head hurt as I tried to remember the events which had happened before and I must say my thoughts were more than fuzzy, they were trampled. Maybe this girl knows something.

"Now tell me, uh Emily or whatever your name is, what happened to everyone else that I own?" I asked the girl as she shuffled a little as if very unsettled. Perhaps I never have addressed her so personally. My, am I that much of a stand-off?

"Well, everyone ran off at the first glance of the pirates. I don't think they've experienced it before." She said to me, and it made me think.

"And you did not run off, my lady?" I asked her as I made my way up to my feet to feel my neck was cold, something a bit off. I noticed my cravat was gone, drat.

"I jumped under the pier just in-case, I didn't want to leave since I knew that, well, your maid wasn't out yet I wanted to wait for her since she's my friend. Yet, then she was pulled away and now here we are."

I can't stand her saying 'maid' all the time. Does that bloody Queen even have a name? Are her parents so insolent that they forgot to name their child. It was likely her mother's fault, yes, dear Sparrow. She was a bit of a ruffian in her day, a bit of a minx like her troublesome daughter, although she never spoke much to be fair. But in the bedroom her words charmed me. Wait, what am I even thinking about? By Avo, I do go off the trails sometimes don't I? Hm, makes me think, from all the times I bedded her mother perhaps I am her father. My! Imagine the scandal that would cause.

"You jumped into those murky waters to wait for a friend? Oh my dear girl, if I were you I would've ran off and seeked refuge in a near bar to drink away the thoughts of their imminent doom." I said to her as she stood up also, giving me a bit of an odd look as if to say 'Be quiet'. My, what a rude girl.

"Master, there isn't much time to wait, we must make our leave." She said in a very dire way, making me sigh and leaning off to the side, missing my seemingly departed cane.

"Oh my girl in those industrial clothes you must be joking! If anyone sees my next to you in that they'll think I've gone mad." What I had said was truthful. Me being seen with a servant girl in my own industry's clothing? My, what tosh.

"Then what else must I do. Wait, I know, give me your jacket." That girl Emily sounded assertive, and in curiosity, I decided for some reason to comply, and I took off my red jacket and I handed it to her. She quickly slipped off her shirt, but I had no liking for her body and she put the jacket on, securing it up to the neck as she still wore the black trousers and her black boots. I didn't want to admit it, but it actually looked just like a real pirate would dress. Yes, she'd fit in fine.

"My what a combination. Perhaps after all of this you can be my seamstress?" I asked her kindly, and she nodded her head as if adapt to the idea. I didn't want to lie to her, but she'll be dead by the end of this like everyone else. Ghost pirates are no joke.

"Alright my dear, we'll leave. Yet shall we walk somewhere?" I asked her as I didn't see where their ship had gone to, and she nodded.

"Yes, we can walk around this island to get to them, they'll be docked somewhere else." She said in a confident tone as she turned and began to walk. Her attitude had completely changed, and it amused me. Perhaps she was so dead-set on finding her friend that nothing else mattered to her.

"You sound so sure. How do you know?" I asked her in plain curiosity of how this regular servant was acting like they knew everything and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know, but I have these visions sometimes." She said in such a casual way, but it enlightened me fully. So she was one of those fortune tellers, born to see the future. She may not be aware of it yet, my indeed I wasn't even aware of the diamond in the rough that she is! My, I didn't even know her name, and here's to say that I didn't even care to learn her name.

"Well, my dear Emily, we shall begin our way towards our captured friend, alright?" I asked her as I confidently marched ahead of her as I thought of ways I would re-plunder that ship from my past and how I would re-kill the pirates onboard. Perhaps I shall burn the boat or maybe I shall make it explode? Or maybe a good old tussle is the way to go! Oh I do love a good scrap.

"Yes, she can't be far." Emily said as she walked, catching up to be beside me.

As we walked, it occurred to me that those blasted pirates don't just take away anyone, they must know that either she's the Queen, which I doubt. Or they're aware that our ship is the same ship that she tried to fool, which I believe to probably be the most likely case for our majesty. Yet, can me and this girl be able to take them all on alone? Perhaps her 'telling the future' lark will be able to give us a helping hand in getting her out of there. Do not fret my dear Queen, we will come for you, I shall take my jewels and we shall leave, and after this you never have to even look at me again, and you shall be happy once more. Don't worry, my Queen. We're coming.