Chapter One: Finding Treasure
The salt lingered thickly in the air as each wave lapped back in forth in lull. It was the time of the year that he kept to his ship, his fingers touching the heavy wood and the pegs on the wheel with a lover's touch. Today was to become a conquest in this world, and he knew all too well that a pirate's best celebratory drink was bit of rum and maybe a wench or two. It was as his ship "The Oblivion" set sail through the seas that he caught sight of a child floating aimlessly through the sea in a wicker basket. The eyes were bright blue, like sapphires against a night sky, and the hair stood up at a horizontal angle, threatening to touch the clouds save three tiny strands. Fingering his scar, he made his move and cast a net over the babe that lay waving its' little fists in the air and kicking frantically.
"Well, look what we caught here, Braig, looks like I got the wrong kind of treasure." He smirked as his gold eyes lit a fire. It was just another addition to the group that worked under Xehanort in Radiant Gardens. It was by mere luck he chose to slack off, not that it was ever real luck to begin with, and sail that he caught sight of the little brat in the basket. Needless to say, he'd raise him up good and he'd make an apprentice to Xehanort and his cause in no time. After all, that was what had happened with Ienzo and Even and look how useful Ienzo had become. Smirking with a knowing desire, he held the wiggling wicker basket in his hands and stared down at the chubby cheeked babe. It was the look of a scheming mastermind that covered over every detail of his aged face. The gray and black strands falling freely as chubby fists reached to grasp and pull, which looked to be a rather painful experience on the whole.
"Guess I can't just call you Squirt though I think it would fit," he smirked, his golden eyes glittering with a musing notion. "So what to call you…then…it has to be better than Ienzo or Even, something awesome…like Braig, but I have that name already," he paused for a moment, a gloved and fisted hand allowing his chin to rest on it.
"Gotta be original, can't have a Sue or John bein' my ward, I'm too awesome for those names and now because of me, so are you," he nodded with a pompous air as he strutted about his ship with a wicker basket in his clutches.
"Francis? How about…Gun?"He smirked, his chest outstretched and it seemed that all he was rewarded with was a harsh tug at his strands when his head became too close to the little pudgy fingertips.
"Alright, Alright! Sheesh I get it! No Gyun, but you don't have to laugh, it does hurt y'know," he paused for a moment thinking back to stereotypes and all things related to piracy. He couldn't rightly call the kid Rum: that would just beg question whether he was overly consuming said product…but there was a more obscure alcohol…one most didn't think Braig would rightly know about. It was a much sweeter product, but it was a good start on his naming process.
"How about the name Myde, little guy?"
For his question, he got the reward he was looking for: a clapping of chubby fists and a squeal of laughter. He couldn't really tell if it was just because a bird had flown above them, or he genuinely liked the name but it suited Braig not to think too much into it. Thoughts like that were better left to the Scientists that wanted to spend each day melting corners of their brains with research, no practical stuff like shooting people in the face! No, the scientists chose to invest themselves in the boring stuff, the stuff that would just leave him snoring on a desk and itching to pull a trigger. No, he would do something better. He'd introduce Myde into the organization and outshine every member until he was the one with all the glory…just riding on Myde's social ladder as the man who discovered the boy genius and usual member. Yes, it was fool proof!