Oath of the Phantom.

- A Phantom one-shot -

By TimeTraveller-1900.

Christopher 'Kit' Walker took a deep breath as he slowly stepped forwards towards the High Priest and Shaman, and the Chief of the Tribe who had nurtured and protected him all of these years after he had jumped off his father's ship when they had been attacked the pirates of the Singh brotherhood, and his life ever since the ancient ceremony of drums, skulls, and fire had given Kit when he had only been a child the goal to become a fighter, who would avenge his father's death.

The shaman and the chief of the tribe had understood the desires in his heart, and he had been taught how to become the best fighter he could be; granted, Kit had learnt some basic swordsmanship from his father. Christopher Walker senior had been a highly trained sailor and fighter, but he had quickly discovered that his son was perhaps more gifted than he himself was. He had then taken him to be taught by captains of the British Navy until he had become an extremely great fighter. The captains and trainers had loved him because he was a natural, with raw, untamed skill, skill which had been strengthened and nurtured by the tribesmen, who had taught him how to fight and to hunt with spears and bows, who'd taught him how to use nature for weapons and to heal.

The tribe had a tradition where young men would go out into the wilderness, armed with only a knife and if they survived after 5 or 7 months they would be considered men.

Kit had survived 9 months. He had worked hard and trained hard, learning from the shaman and the healers and the hunters of the tribe to become the best he could, but he had used his brains and wits to survive the harshness of the jungle. As he walked towards his two mentors who watched him with expressionless and stoic gazes, he knew they were actually extremely pleased with his performance so far.

As he approached the two senior leaders of the tribe, watched by friends and rivals alike - Kit ignored them and focused on what he was going to do now. He and the chief and the shaman had worked for a long time on the oath he was going to recite, and he knew he had to get it right the first time around.

He took a deep breath and knelt before the two men in supplication.

The shaman stuck out the skull. Kit took a deep breath and took it. "In memory of my father, I, Christopher Walker, swear vengeance against the Singh Brotherhood, against all piracy, greed and cruelty in all of its forms. I swear to uphold the meaning of justice, between the laws of all lawgivers. I vow to protect all. I swear the eldest child in my bloodline shall forever rise to continue to uphold my vows, and to continue my work! I am the Phantom!"

Everybody in the tribe cheered and the chief and the other elders came forward to congratulate the new Phantom. Kit smiled, but he was too busy thinking about what he would do now. He knew from his father's charts before the battle in the bay, that the nearest mainland where he could travel to Europe.

While he was there, he would plan and strategise on how to uphold his vows. Perhaps he would join the English Army or Navy, so he would serve and see active service? There was plenty of time for him to make up his mind. He was the Phantom now, and he had plenty of time to make a difference and shape tradition accordingly.