The Secret of the Last Blade

They say that a single event in time can change the way you view everything around you. From the sparkling stars to the unforgiving sea, and most importantly, how you view your own being. This precise moment where life changes drastically, whether it be for the best, or worst rarely occurs in the lives of normal individuals. Pirates, however, are far from normal.

The life of a pirate is not an easy one, nor a glamorous one. Long months of strict rations sailing aboard a creaking ship on the unmerciful cruel waters of fate. Any notion of romantics is lost during the first hunger pains that send you to the floor cramped in a starving pose of agony. Though that one moment of pure and complete action where life balances on the very edge of a cutlass blade makes up for the agonizing hunger and the sick delight of the sea tenfold. That one moment, where a man or woman, truly knows that they are alive. That is the glory of piracy, not the booty nor the countless bar wenches, but to live is the true act of a pirate. One pirate knows how to commit that felony more than any other who has sailed under the black flag, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

Now, Jack is used to twists in his tale for he has had his share... but every now and then even he cannot predict what his live will have in store.

"He is your son!" Cries a barmaid Jack vaguely remembers.

"Nonsense Susanne..."

"It's Emily."

"Right, well Emily, what proof do you have that this... this thing... is mine?" Jack whines, he has no time for this, he is running on a tight schedule, a merchant ship carrying his favorite tea needs to be intercepted.

"He looks exactly like you, he has your eyes." With this, the notorious pirate looks through the window at his alleged offspring, a weak looking lad about 15 or 16 years old, with black hair down to his cheeks and eyes burning full of intensity... the only strong looking feature on the poor boy.

"Okay, the lad has my eyes, but these are very common eyes. Lot's of people have these eyes. What other proof do you have to offer Emma?"

"It's Emily... and... there is something else..."

"Out with it missy, before I make a eunuch out of yer boy."

"You're the only man I was with before he was born."

"Bloody hell... I hate kids..." Jack mutters. How could this happen? How could this Erin girl track him down, he has been in stealth mode, incognito. It had to be by chance that she saw him enter this inn, down a few bottles of rum and pass out in a corner while tapping his foot and whispering "yo ho... yo ho..."

"You have to take him!"

"What?!? Are you daft woman? I cannot take this whelp aboard my boat... ship... he'd slow me down and probably make me read bed time stories to him. I can't read!"

"My name is Emily, not woman, and I don't want him anymore!"

"I don't care if yer name is Joe, the boy is not coming with me. Savvy?" Jack nodded his head, knowing that this dispute, this little insignificant ordeal was over, and he emerged victorious.

As Jack stormed back to his Black Pearl he mumured violently about fornicating with the devil as his so-called son hurried behind him, looking confused yet relieved.

"So boy... did yer wench of a mum give you a name or am I s'pose to call you 'Damien Son of Darkness'?" Jack demanded after wheeling to a sudden and ferocious stop that startled the young boy, his strong eyes flashed with fear.

"She called me John sir..."

"Sir? I don't think I like that... Well Johnny boy.. what do you think about pirates?"

"I never thought much about them, whenever I brought them up mum would beat me and deny me food for a week." Little Johnny replied with the blunt truth.

"She beat you, I always figured her for a sweet little girl..."

"She was a horrible woman, refused to teach me even."

"You speak well for an uneducated one."

"I learned how to speak and read properly from stealing books from stores and neighbourhood kids who were more well off than I. It was from those books I learned a little about pirates, though they did not fascinate me all that much. Ninja's from Japan where what I focused my main attention on."

"Ninja's? Pah! Sorry to break it to ya kid, but ninja's aren't real. They are just a myth made up by terrible and cruesome parents to scare their kids into eating those funny looking green things you might call vegetables. Like the boogieman, or a male devil." John did not reply to this... only continued walking and wondering what the boogieman was.