Luke put his belongings (which was just his cloak and what was in his satchel) in the crew cabins as he tried to process the events that had just happened. His aunt and uncle were gone along with his home. He was now a fugitive of the Empire. He plopped onto the cot as he stared at the floor. All he owned now were his mother's necklace, his father's sword, his satchel, and whatever was in it.

He suddenly remembered that the presents from Sabe were in his satchel. He picked it up and opened it, seeing the folded up coat first. He thought about taking it out, but decided against it – he wasn't a pirate yet. Instead, he took out the holster and stood to strap it on his hip – his sword was on his left and the holster on his right. He didn't have a pistol, but he figured he could get one. He left the cabins to go to the deck where Cody was waiting to continue training him. He still wasn't sure how he and Ben knew each other, but he was going to get those answers.

Luke emerged from below and stepped onto the deck - Han was at the helm steering the ship while Lando was in the crow's nest looking through a telescope, and Cody and Ben were talking in hushed voices next to the gunwale.

"When are we going to tell him?" Luke heard Cody ask as he approached the two.

Ben noticed Luke before replying. "We'll talk about this later."

Cody nodded and turned to Luke. "Ready for training?"

Luke nodded and stepped back as he unsheathed his father's sword; Cody unsheathed his own sword as Ben moved off the deck to give the two plenty of room to move around. Luke got into the fighting stance Cody had taught him, which had become muscle memory for him.

Cody striked first and Luke easily blocked. Now that he was on the sea, everything came easy to him. He was able to clear his mind so he could focus on the fight, and it was the shortest training session he had ever had. But what surprised him was the fact that he actually defeated Cody. He had never beaten Cody in practice, but now he was looking down at his teacher who had been knocked back onto the deck.

"Good job, Kid," Cody said with a small but proud smile as he stood up.

Luke knit his brows in confusion. "How did I-"

"It's because you're now on the sea," Ben explained as he approached the two. Luke turned to look at him. "Everything will come more naturally for you here than it will on land."

Luke sheathed his sword. "So, not only will I get my memories back, but stuff like swordfighting will get easier for me. Is that why my aunt and uncle never let me on the water?"

"That's only one reason," Ben replied as Cody walked away to help Han and Lando with the ship. Ben guided Luke over to the gunwale so they could look out at the sea. "I asked them to not let you on the sea for your protection. The Emperor rules the seas. I couldn't take the chance of him discovering you before you were ready."

Luke thought of the memory he just had. Gunfires. Loud bangs. People running. A woman. "Is that what happened before?"

A look of sorrow crossed his face as he looked out at the sea. "After the Empire rose, your mother went on the run because she knew you would be in danger. She knew the sea better than anyone so she was able to avoid the Empire, but not even she could run from the Imperial forever. After four long years, the Emperor found her." Ben looked over at him. "I was supposed to meet up with her after finding the surviving pirates... but I was too late. The only survivor in the wreck was you." He motioned to the japor snippet. "I suspect it was because you were wearing that."

Luke clutched the snippet in his hand. "Lando said these symbols were for protection."

Ben smiled. "And Lando would be right. Your father gave that to your mother so she'd be safe when he couldn't be there to protect her. I think she gave it to you so you'd be safe."

"Why was Vader at the tavern?" The question was out before he could stop it. It had been lingering in the back of his mind.

Ben sighed. "I'm afraid that's my fault - Vader has been after me for years and I made a mistake. I went to your uncle to try and convince him to let you go. I should've just left, but the lighting in the tavern was better than my home so I stopped to chart a safe course. Someone saw me there, and someone saw you serving me."

Tears stung his eyes, but he didn't blame Ben, nor did he blame the person that reported him for some extra coins. At the end of the day, it came down to Vader's choice and he chose to leave Luke without a home and a family.

Vader was seething. His son was alive. He didn't die with Padmé. And Kenobi stole him.

He ordered the men to find out everything about the ship and the crew Kenobi escaped on. It was called the Falcon and it was manned by two smugglers named Han Solo and Lando Calrissian - Kenobi must've been very desperate to pay for help from the likes of those two.

It didn't matter. He knew where they were heading: Alderaan. He just had to make it there first, then he will kill Kenobi and take back his son.

Han wasn't sure about the Old Man. The Kid seemed fond of him, but he didn't like the fact that the Kid's head was being filled with ideas of pirates and sea magic. Sure, he knew pirates had existed, but all that other stuff was just superstition.

Lando had said the Kid wanted to help out, so he sent him to take stock of their storage. Han went down to speak with him - hopefully the Kid would see to reason.

Humming hit his ears as he descended down the stairs to the lower deck and he saw Luke standing in front of some crates with a journal and pencil in hand. He stopped at the bottom and just... stared ahead, like he was in a trance - he felt like he couldn't move.

Luke suddenly stopped humming when he noticed Han and the smuggler shook himself out of the trance.

That was weird. He thought.

"Was that you humming?" He asked.

Luke looked around at the empty deck. "Well, unless your ship is haunted..."

Han rolled his eyes. "Okay, smartass."

Luke's mouth quirked into a small smile as he got back to work. Han approached him and crossed his arms as he leaned back against a wooden beam.

"Look, Kid, I wanted to talk to you about the Old Man."

"What about him?" Luke asked as he set the notebook and pencil down on a crate to open the one next to it.

"All this talk about pirates and sea magic... it's a load of bantha shit. I've been sailing these seas for as long as I can remember, and I've never come across anything he's talking about."

"Well, it could be because most of the pirates are dead," Luke replied before glancing at him. "You do know being a pirate is illegal."

"Yeah, because they plunder and pillage - they don't have sea voodoo, or whatever it's called."

Luke rolled his eyes as he returned to his task of counting up the food in the crate before him. "Just because you haven't seen it for your own eyes, doesn't mean it's not true, Han. Ben was a pirate, he lived that lifestyle; so excuse me if I believe him over you."

"He could be lying."

"He's not!"

"How do you know?"

Luke huffed before slamming the lid down, hard... and causing the entire crate to break. Meiloorun fruit rolled everywhere and Luke groaned in frustration.

Han stepped back in shock. They really needed to get better crates if they were going to break from a teenage boy simply slamming down a lid.

Luke recalled an empty crate nearby and quickly opened it before he started to gather the fruit. "Look, I don't know how I know Ben is not lying, I just do." He stood and looked at Han with fruit gathered in his arms. "It's like this... feeling deep down, like I had already known these things... like... like it's in my blood."

Han could see the earnest look in his eyes and sighed. He still didn't believe any of it, but if the Kid did, then it was good enough for him.

"Let me help you out with these," Han said before stooping down to pick up fruit. "Y'know, I told Lando we really need to get stronger crates."

Luke laughed a little as he went to drop his gathered fruit into the crate, neither of them realizing - or knowing - that Lando had gotten crates made by wood from Endor, a place that produced the strongest wood in the world...

Ben stared out at the blue waters. It had been too long since he'd been out at sea, he had forgotten how good it was. He felt alive again, and he could only imagine how Luke was feeling.

He frowned. He hated that Luke had to be burdened with such responsibility - he deserved to have been raised by his parents - but Sidious was far too powerful, and Luke... he was the only one who could stop him.

A flutter of wings brought him out of his reverie and he looked down to see Artoo sitting on the gunwale next to him.

"Captain Kenobi," the bird squaked.

"Well, hello to you too," Ben replied. He never understood Anakin's fascination of the blasted parrot, but the little blue and white winged demon grew on him.

"Old man! Old man!"

Ben rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get it all out now." He chuckled. "What do you think of Luke?"

"Good kid!" Artoo squaked. "Like his father!"

Ben frowned. "Yes... I hope not too much though. I hope... I hope there's enough of his mother in him too."

"There is!"

"Hm. Look after him, will you? He's going to need a constant companion through his trials."

Artoo squaked. "I'll stick to him like sap on a tree!"

Ben chuckled and pet the little bird's head. "Thank you."

The door to the lower deck opened and Luke walked out followed by Han. Artoo flew off the gunwale and landed on Luke's shoulder; the boy seemed surprised at first before petting the bird with a grin.

Ben watched and hoped that the horrors that Luke had yet to face would not dim his light.