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John's POV

"John...John...it's time to get up. You have to help your father today at the shop," said my mom shaking me awake. I groaned and turned the other way only to fall off the bed.
"John! Are you alright?!" my mother said running over to the other side of the bed.
"I'm fine mother," I said getting up.
I stood about 5 inches above my mother and was a spitting image of father. The only thing I have of her's is her deep blue eyes.
"Well, get dressed and get down stairs your father needs to open the store soon," she said shutting the door. I sighed and sat back down on the bed. My mother and father had met on a crazy adventure out on sea and have been in love ever since. My father now owns a blacksmith shop is the best swordsman in town. Me being his only son have to take up the store and everything that goes with it-- sword skills and all. I have held a sword ever since I could walk.
"John hurry up your father's getting impatient," my mother yelled from downstairs. My mother being the well brought up woman she is says I have to learn how to be a gentleman too. So ever since I was 5 I've known every rule in the book on being the perfect gentleman. Nothing I'd like to be proud of but it does have a way with every girl in town. I quickly pulled on some brown leather pants and a loose white shirt and ran down stairs.
"Here have some eggs, toast, sausage..." I quickly grabbed a piece of toast and ran to the shop.
"Hi father. Sorry I'm late," I said running in and grabbing the list of orders.
"Damn busy day..." I muttered to myself looking over the list. Twenty orders. I quickly grabbed the hammer and started. My father hadn't said a word all morning. This was very odd. I slowly turned around to see him sitting there eyeing me with his dirties look.
"What?" I said looking at his icy glare.
"You should have been here an hour ago, we have twenty orders and the Sparrows are coming today." He said with a tone that I knew to well.
"The Sparrows?" I said trying to remember them.
"Yes, remember? Jack Sparrow? Rose Sparrow?" He said with annoyance.
"Oh yes! Now I remember!" I said turning to my work.
"Yes get to work we have a lot to do." He said turning to his own.
Rose Sparrow I remember quiet well. When we were young we used to play in the harbor when they came. The last time we came was when we were both 10. We took a lifeboat from the shore and walked on the floor of the sea with it above our heads. She had said her father taught it to her. We were gone for hours talking about anything and when we got back into shore dripping wet there were both our mother's glaring at us a tapping their toes. She was the best friend I had ever had. That was 9 years ago. I wonder what she looks like now?
"John how many have you done so far?" My father asked looking at the long list.
"Three," I replied starting to hammer a new blade.
"Do two more and then well practice," he said putting the list down. I mentally groaned at the thought of this. Why does he want me to be like him so much? EVERY day I have to practice for TWO hours! It was like he didn't think I had a life of my own. Not that I have one ever since I was little it was me always trying to please my parents. That was until Rose came along. She was my first true friend. I loved her company when she was there and longed for it when she wasn't. I can't wait until she gets here.
"John it's time for practice," said my father pulling out his favorite sword.
"Yes, father," I said with a sigh as I pulled out my sword.