NOTICE! I do not own anything in this fanfiction, save for two characters, still to come.
There are nights when the sea is as calm and peaceful as a pond in the wild. Nights when the great merchant ships with their cargoes of jewels and precious metals can expect a smooth ride.
But there was a time when even the calmest night could give way to the unexpected.
Pirates! The enemies of all honest sailors!
And the most feared of all these pirates was the King of the Pirates, Captain Gold Roger! He and his band of renegades would mysteriously swoop in out of nowhere, and then gathering up their spoils...
...vanish. Without a trace.
For 100 years since 2009, stories passed from sailor to sailor of Gold Roger's secret trove, hidden somewhere on Earth (though, for a long time, no one knew where on Earth), stowed with riches beyond imagination!
The Loot of a Thousand Lands!
Mugiwara Gorillaz proudly presents...
NEO TREASURE ISLAND
There was a young boy named Hogarth Hughes who lived and breathed those stories. Every night, he would drift to sleep with images of galleons, faraway islands, and Roger's gleaming trove dancing through his head.
He was born to a family who just loved the country of Japan, and thus, was born and raised there. He was taught to speak English and Japanese. And the most astonishing thing of all was, he actually invented an amazing vehicle at a young age: the Rocketboard! It was like a surfboard, but propelled by a rocket, so it could fly through the air, as well.
Then one night, it happened.
Hogarth lost his family.
He was taken in by a family the Hughes parents knew quite well; the Kusakabes. The mother's name was Yasuke. She had tuberculosis once, and thus knew what suffering was like, so she was sympathetic with those who were suffering. The father, Tatsuo, was an archaeologist and anthropologist. There were two daughers, the elder being Satsuki, age 11; the younger was Mei, age 4. This family owned a humble inn near a beach.
Unfortunately, for the longest time, Hogarth wouldn't get along with his foster family. Most of the time, when he wasn't helping his family run the inn, he was outside, riding his Rocketboard. It was fitting that he, of all people, could manuever the board like a professional.
Sad thing was, he tended to do the wrong things with it. He would fly into restricted areas, getting him in trouble with the police. One day, in fact, he weaved through an abandoned factory, ignoring the signs that warned passersby to stay out.
As Hogarth rode out of the building, he could hear the all-too-familiar wail of police sirens.
"Oh, great," Hogarth muttered.
Well, whaddaya think so far? I was inspired by a lot of similar fanfiction on this website and by the movie Treasure Planet, which itself was inspired by the famous novel Treasure Island. See a pattern? Well, anyway, lemme know what you think so far. R&R!