This is my first story writing in first-person. I'm still getting the hang of this.
Disclaimer: Zelda is owned by Linebeck, who is owned by Nintendo.
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Log 1: Yeah, I have parents. So what?
Picture this, a young boy, medium in height, a blue coat, and of course dashing good looks. Now behind this spectacle of manliness, picture a bunch of smelly pirates, a storehouse full of treasure, a drunken man dancing on a table, and oddly enough, a annoying sparkly thing. This sparkly thing was, of course, a fairy. Her name was Navli or something like that, but I just call her Sparkles. Maybe that's why I called Ciela Sparkles…anyways, I'm getting off track. Nobody really cares about the fairies anyway, unless of course you are one. Which I hope you're not.
The important thing is that the young boy, which is me of course, is surrounded by a bunch of pirate lowlifes who's captain was dancing on top of a table like a drunken maniac. Which, at the time, he was. Now you might be wondering why an amazing person like me would be surrounded by these maniacs. You might think that I was caught by those pirates because they caught me making off with their treasure. Or maybe you'd think I was taken hostage by them so a rich young lady would pay a ransom for my safety. Or maybe, this is a stretch here, you think my sister was kidnapped by a giant flying bird and I hitched a ride with these pirates to go save her, and ending up having to save the entire world instead. Well the truth is a lot less glamorous. The truth was, the drunk captain dancing on the table is, in fact, my father.
Shocking isn't it? That me, Linebeck, who's one true love is peace, was raised by a horde of bloodthirsty pirates. Well, technically they weren't bloodthirsty. Compared to a certain pirate wannabe who's stalking me, these guys were fluffy kittens. Heck, one of them loved to sew. But even though they weren't bloodthirsty, they were still pirates. In fact, they were one of the most famous pirates. They scoured the seas for treasure and took nothing for granted. They never killed, but they certainly stole enough. Their vaults were filled to the brim with treasure! However, there was one treasure my father never found. This was the treasure that changed my life forever. The treasure was the Fountain of Youth.
Now if you're a perceptive reader, you might be wondering where in the world is my mother. The answer, she's dead. Now don't get your knickers in a bunch just because she's dead, everyone dies. Besides, I never really got a chance to know her, I was that young. My father always told me wonderful tales about her, about how she was a fearsome pirate when they met, and how they were both looking for the Fountain. What my father didn't tell me was that when she died, he became obsessed with finding the treasure. I don't mean obsessed like staying up for nights on end, pushing the crew to the limits to get what you want, kind of obsession. It was more like, a staying up for nights on end, pushing the crew to the limits for 6 hours a day with weekends off until you get you want kind of obsession.
He always was a supportive father, telling me to do my best and whatnot. Even though he pillaged and plunged, he always told me that it's best to avoid a fight when you can, and to be careful when leaning on petrified people. I never got what that last part meant until Tetra…wait, I'd rather not say that within earshot of the kid. Anyways, I loved him, and I always thought he'd be there for me and all that other sappy junk. Well, that daydream ended eventually, on the day of that horrible accident.
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There will be dialogue next chapter. I'm sorry if this isn't that funny, but it has a plot, which tends to overshadow the humor.