So whats up guys, I am, as 140ish people on this website know, Tobias Kitsune. So... what some of you guys are thinking is probably something like, "Hey, you were the guy that wrote the utterly trash story about 2 years ago." Well you would be right. But right now I guess that I'll be coming back into the fanfiction writing scene. For a time at least. That being said, for the like, 2 people who want Paper Cuts back up Im thinking about reposting it. Maybe. It just seems a bit douchey to spam like 100 peoples emails just because I'm posting a story.

But we have a new story right now. And I'm actually really excited to write this. Like, you dont even know. I have a tablet that only has google docs and notepad and a bunch of other writing stuff on it laynig in my bed so that way if I come up with a really good idea I can put it down. And don't even get my started on the sheets of paper I've wasted.

Soul of the Sea

'Is it even possible to be a pirate with motion sickness?' Jaune thought to himself as he looked at his boat. He knew that it probably wouldnt even make it to Vale and it was visible in the horizon, but he needed to leave today. He couldn't keep saying that he would leave tommorow. Jaune had been saying that for over a year now.

The sun was just inches above the horizon, and Jaune knew that if he wanted to get to Vale before dark he would need to leave soon. But along with the pull to leave was the fear of the unknown.

Jaune had lived his entire life on this island. He grew up here. His friends were here. His family was here. But it was the same thing everyday. Past the blue horizon, anything could happen. He could be whatever he wanted. Hell, he might even be able to get a girlfriend.

This pull to set sail had been in Jaune for all of his 17 years, and it had only grown with him. Last year it had gotten to the point that Jaune had bought a boat from a retired fisherman after working for him for several months, but there was always a problem to keep him from going. Tonight however everything was as perfect as Jaune could make it. If he didn't leave today he never would. The ocean would be too rough tommorow, or the rigging would be too frayed. There would always be an excuse, and tonight that excuse was that that he was to afraid. Jaune let out a breath of resignation and turned to go home when someone spoke from behind him.

"He told me when you bought the boat." The scream of fear Jaune let out sent half the island looking for a dying woman. Standing a few meters behind Jaune was his father Jean Arc, holding a long cloth-wrapped object. It was safe to say that he looked almost exactly like an older Jaune, but Jaune's slim face was bare of any facial hair while Jaune's father had a neatly trimmed beard. "Have I ever told you about your grandfather Jaune?"

Jaune, who was confused by the question, shook his head. "I don't think I've ever asked."

Jean chuckled as he started uncoiling the cloth that covered the object in his hands, " I guess I never brought him up either. He was never around when I was growing up. I would always ask my mom about him and you know what she always told me? She said that he loved me more than anything. And that because he loved me so much he had to leave to keep us safe." When he said this, he was done unwrapping the cloth and in his hands was a sheathed sword in a white scabbard. "Then one day, a man with silver hair came to my house and gave this to my mother. He didn't say anything. They both just started crying. This was your grandfather's sword, and he never would have given it up. When she stopped crying my mother told me that the only way anyone could have taken this sword from my father was by prying it from his cold dead hands."

"What does this have to do with the boat?" Jaune asked as he eyed the sword.

"The moment you were born I knew you could feel it," Jean continued on without answering his son. "I feel it too. The pull of the sea. But I never actually bought a boat," at this Jean laughed as Jaune's face flushed red with embarrssment.

Despite his red face Jaune still spoke up, "I wasn't going to leave tonight anyway. It's a stupid idea. It'll always be a stupid idea, so I'll just sell the boat an-"

"I didn't come here to talk you out of going. I came here to give you this," Jean held out the sword to his son, who stood there with a shocked look on his face.

"Why?" Jaune said as he looked between his father and the sword he was offering him.

"Because it's your dream. And it's my job to make sure that you're able to follow your dream."

"What about Mom, and everyone else? They'll hate me if I just leave," Jaune said just before he grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Jean frowned a bit at his son's words, but he took Jaune's hand and wrapped it around the handle of the sword. "Jaune, your mother knows about this," Jean nodded his head towards the boat, "and while she isn't thrilled about it, she wants you to be happy as much as I do. Your sisters..." At this both of the Arc men shivered as they thought of the hell that would be unleashed when the seven blond girls learned that Jaune had left.

"I should be just far enough away by sunrise that they won't come for me," Jaune said to reassure himself more than his father.

"As long as you have a plan then I'll make sure they don't worry too much. You do have a plan right?" Jean asked Jaune nervously as he eyed the old ship?

Jaune looked at the boat with his father and he could see why he was worried. One of the only reasons Jaune had enough money to buy it was because it was nearly falling apart. He had tried his hardest to fix it within the year but it still wasn't the most sea worthy ship to sail the sea.

"I'm going to go to Vale and see if I can join a pirate crew. Hopefully I can make it," Jaune's stomach was already churning at the thought of going to sea. Thankfully after half a year working on the boat his motion sickness was no where near as bad as it was back then.

The two Arc men stood there for several more minutes in a comfortable silence before Jean spoke up, "So I guess that this is goodbye." Jaune knew that it wasn't a question and the finality of the statement made him his stomach drop.

"I promise I'll come back."

"And an Arc always keeps his word," both of them said at the same time. Jean then nodded to the boat that was still resting in the sand of the cove, "Let me help you get this ol' thing in the water. After that you can be on your way."

And so for the last time Jaune and his father worked together. With a grunt of effort they pushed the boat into the water, and then Jaune made sure the small sail was as well rigged as it could be.

With one last pull of the ropes the sail caught wind and the boat started moving. Waving to his dad Jaune held the sword high over his head, "Don't worry, the next time you see this sword I'll be with it!" Then Jaune's face turned a sickly green and his dinner was lost at sea.

Jean laughed at his son's discomfort before yelling back, "'That Sword' has a name! Its called Crocea Mors!" Jean only heard Jaune's retching in response, which set him into another fit of laughter.

End

So thats the chapter. I know its not a lot but I really only started writing this today. And it felt good to end the chapter here to. I'm not promising anything, but the next chapter should be longer, and up something past midnight next Saturday. You guys know how I am with updates. Oh yeah, please review and stuff. I sortof miss the constant emails. And criticism is always welcome.