A Legend Ends

Many years ago in a different world far from our own called Renith where pirates were still around, where swords were still the choice weapon, and the government was really messed up a child was born. This child was wanted the minute he came from his mother even if the government didn't know about him for he was the child of a infamous pirate and children of pirates were killed in hopes that the pirates would die out. The child was named Maytreeara though he wouldn't go by that name for much of his life he was born to Judith Kell. His father was widely known one of the few pirates to have passed from warning and wanted posters to scary bedtime stories he became a legend a mythical monster that waited in the ocean preying on anyone who dared sail the seven seas. He was The Living Legend Captain Veltran Kell as known as Captain Blood Eye the man who in stories was the devil himself. Maytreeara knew his father even though he was never around that much new articles and stories he had heard often, but the people he lived around didn't know young Maytreeara was the only child Blood Eye had or would ever have his heir the the pirate throne if Maytreeara wanted it.

Sense his life was mostly spent with Judith it was not the perfect life Judith was a raging drunk taking out her frustration on the young boy she was mentally and physically abusive because of that he was shy and very withdrawn even when he was little. Then a dreadful day for Maytreeara and some would say Judith. It was bright earlier dawn light had just splashed over the horizon casting his feeble light on the land calling to those who worked. Maytreeara was in his front yard playing Judith was inside Blood Eye was expected to visit today which was why the young boy was up so early in the morning his father visited really late or really earlier so Maytreeara would led a happy normal childhood, but today Blood Eye was followed by a Marine Densen Lith a man who only wanted money and fame and for that he would do anything. Maytreeara looked up from his game and smiled as his father came into sight Maytreeara had his eyes a stormy blue-gray color he had his mother's very fair light brown hair, but in later years it would slowly fade to black as he was out in the sun more and more, but if one looked closely enough they would see small streaks of light brown his features now were childish, wide eyed and innocent the perfect example of child innocence and a messed up government system. There was a shot Densen stood behind Blood Eye holding a pistol a grim look on his face Maytreeara scooted back against the only tree in his yard as blood pooled around his fathers dead body the bullet had hit its mark dead on killing Blood Eye before he had even hit the ground Densen smiled he looked at the young boy before him and shook his head.

"I wont kill you yet, it'd be to easy, but your the one and only son of the Living Legend it'll be interesting to see how you grown up." He knelt by Bloody Eye searching the pockets of his black overcoat coming up with just a letter after reading her he grunted dropping in on the ground looking angry he stomped off doing nothing about the young boy who had scuttled up to the letter and was now reading it.

"Dear, whomever is reading this, unless your Maytreeara its means I have passed yet another border the border between life and death. If your searching for my guns you will not find them until my body has long rotted away for they will go to my one and only son when he is old enough to accept them. To my son I say sorry that I was never really there, but now this: Where ever you go the God of Sea watches you and he is struck in wonder. Give my loving regards to Judith. Love with all the strength in the ocean Veltran Kell." It was a surprise that four year old Maytreeara understood everything his father had written, but he did and he made a promise to himself to his now dead father that he would follow the footprints his father had left and become another living legend, become another mystical monster in the ocean, and he would go farther he would become something more than his father leaving his own footprints in the sands of time his own footprints in the history of piracy.