I don't care where it came from it was beautiful! I swear I almost burst into laughter and then tears and then laughter because of the tears!

This was... surprisingly very touching. It's not often you ever find a somewhat sentimental Reaver in stories these days, for obvious reasons, but you pulled it off quite nicely. I'm impressed! Good for you.

i actually really liked this.

it was a very interesting view... and... it was somehow, very touching.

You don't know how much I love this.

I can't explain why I love it, I can't explain why it just clicks with me.

I read it months ago, and every time I get an art block or writers block, my mind goes right to this, and it goes away, and i doodle a picture of Sparrow or Reaver, maybe even Hammer or Garth, but it always goes away when I think of this story.

Awwwww...dude. :( All of these super-short Reaver stories are all sad...good, but sad. :S

I really liked this. Reaver is my favorite character in the whole game,(second most is Sparrow(male or female)) and I really love his personality and voice and the strange ways he says good-bye or for you to leave, and especially his accent. But yeah, loved the story.

this was good you shold try to to make what happens after

I like it and the sour puss reaver, pouting and glaring at the bar is very in character :3 not a lot of people can catch his character. It would be great if you would continue this, I know there would be a lot of funny scenes of reaver trying to get her to laugh, farm boy is still farm boy in my mind lol

Awesome fanfic. I like ham.

Poor Sparrow :( You must comfort her Reaver!

I loved it! Keep it up!

It felt like this story ended too soon. Maybe a lil epilogue?

Even so I thought it was a nice fic.

I loved it.

where the hell did this come from? Joking. it was actually good. Glad I took a risk and read it. This is such a good plot i might reckomend you change it from being a one shot to a full blown story. You got some good writing skills and it would be interesting to see where this story could go.