"…and so, here I am." A lone figure said, in a boat rowing along in the ocean, as vast as ever. Now, most narrators would talk about the waves hitting the boats, or the man sighing, or something like that. Oh don't worry, he does that quite a lot, but this is neither the time nor the place. This man's name was an odd one, even by the standards of the strange world he inhabited. Kizashi Blacksheath was his name, and this is his story. The man's appearance resembled that of the yonkou 'Red-haired' Shanks in his older years clothing-wise, at least from the neck down. He was wearing a long black cloak, over a simple white, button-up shirt, with a pair of blackish-brown pants that went down to his knees. Almost emo-like…but emos not the word for this man. The odd thing that one would notice about him was the collar he wore around his neck…almost as a symbol of honor. A crystal cross was embedded into the center of it, despite the fact that he wasn't a religious man…at all. And yet…the oddest feature…was one right below his eyes. A black tattoo that creeped up his neck, one of a black dragon, was sort of a turnoff for the ladies…not that he really minded. "If a girl likes me, she'll like me. If not she just won't!" as he would always say. Now, in the era in which this man lived, the dream of attaining the title of 'pirate king' was common, even if the man whom had last achieved the title, Monkey D. Luffy, had met the same fate as his predecessor, Gol D. Roger. But no, the title of 'Pirate King' was not this man's dream. In fact, if asked, he'd probably say he didn't have a dream, really.
Our friend Kizashi was just…rowing along in his little boat, like a bird upon the wind, or a fish underneath the tides. Oh, he knew what he wanted to be alright…he wanted to be a 'pirate', even if, as stated before, he didn't want to be the king of that group. He wanted to be the captain of a big crew…he even knew what he'd name it. He knew almost every detail about what he wanted to be and what he'd do as it…and yet he had no crew. He had been searching for a while…he had set sail from his home…all the way in the South Blue, and he had sailed through hell and high water in a mad search for a crew. Now, he had had many adventures…saved many people, hell, he had even angered a few marines…and yet, no bounty, no crew. Of course…the first thing set him apart from most novice pirate-wannabes, in that he wanted a bounty. Crazy eh? Truly, a man much more complex then his odd appearance lets onto. 'But what is his backstory'? You ask? Well, dear reader, time will tell, for hes not very tight lipped about it, but hes not the type to just randomly recall it either. So, suffice for him to be what he is to you now. A simple man who wants to be a pirate, rowing along in search of his dream.
"…Hey…whats that?" he asked, looking at the horizon with a blank expression on his face, even if he had the 'morning groggy' smile on his face. His eyes went big, however, when he saw just what was on the horizon. There was a storm…a storm blowing in his direction. And here he was, on a rowboat that'd get tossed aside easily, even if this were an East Blue storm. "Well…all I have to say about this is…thank god I'm not a devil fruit user…then again…if I were one I'd think up a way out of this with my god-given powers. Oh well. You play cards with the hand your dealt, not the one you want." He said, trying to divert his course as best he could. Kizashi wasn't really a skilled seaman, even if he tried to fancy himself as such, but he did a rather good job at predicting the path of the storm, as it would eventually turn out, so he ended up in the part of it that only ended up getting him very, very wet with stinky seawater. And so, through the high tides that came with a storm at sea, he sat in his boat, navigating as best he could with only a small sail and a set of oars. However, unbeknowest to him…something had formed right above him…heading down. He looked up, with just a plain and simple look on his face, sighing as he said. "Well the…hurricane…guess I'm pretty screwed eh?"
And indeed, he was 'pretty screwed', for the area just outside the eye of the hurricane hit his small boat, sending him flying up into the air, holding on for dear life. Now, dear reader, this is the part where the determined side of Kizashi Blacksheath comes out, for instead of just giving up, he used the one thing he had on him that hadn't been mentioned before, a saber, housed in a black sheath(pun intended). Somehow managing to not lose the sheath as he did so, he held onto the side of the boat with one hand, using the other to stab the saber deep into the wood…not realizing he would cause his boat to sink unless he could fit his saber perfectly into the hole when this was all said and done. Now, that move did ensure his safety for the moment though…and he held onto the hilt of the saber with both hands…like a complete…utter…idiot. You see, dear reader, soon, the saber got jerked upwards, dislodging it from the hole he had just stabbed into the bottom of his boat, sending him hurling through the air in the part of a hurricane. Now, this went on for a good while…in fact, what seemed like an eternity in a clichéd turn of events. This came to an end, however, when Kizashi's head met the front of his boat, knocking him out…cold. He was lucky that it didn't kill him…however…and, in fact, it would probably have killed a normal man. But…then again, Kizashi wasn't exactly normal. Now, if this were a normal story, this would be the time for a dream, followed by him waking up determined and ready to face the world. However, this isn't nearly a normal story. So, suffice to say, the world was dark, bleak, and black for our friend. However, he was drawn from this by a voice…most odd. It was…familiar, almost fatherly, and yet…still…it was distant. "Wake up…wake up." The voice called, and almost like an obedient dog, Kizashi obeyed, finding himself laying on a beach, with an odd shape playing nearby.
"I'm the pirate king! Hehe! I've even got meh a sword now t' prove it!" the voice said,,,it was…like a kid's voice. Kizashi rustled about a bit, trying to stumble up from the sand, despite the fact that he took a boat to the head. However, that didn't go so well, for that same kid jumped right on his head. "Ooooooh!~ hes still alive!" the childish voice said, as it tugged Kizashi's face upwards, forcing our friend to look into his young 'savior's' eyes. All that he could tell was…that the kid was a boy…with white hair and large green eyes…that seemed as if they could peer into the heart of a normal man.
To be continued…