On rough seas in the midst of a storm a young boy was born. His mother, bless her soul, was trying to make quick work of her delivery as she was needed to support her crew, husband and ship. As a priestess of Besmara first and captain of the Barracuda second it was her task to pray to the goddess for salvation and command her man. Her husband, first mate and currently at the helm trying to steer the ship out of the hurricane was unaware his first child was just born.
As the waves got higher, the winds stronger and the chance at survival slimmer it would be a mother’s love for her newborn child that would change the obvious outcome.
As she was laying on floor, exhausted, she prayed.
Supreme goddess and all powerful spirt of the sea hear my call.
As I have served you for the last decade, looting and pillaging in your name, I have but one request SAVE MY SON.
I have seen his eyes, he will bring you much pleasure in the years to come. He will be a famous pirate who will be greater than all who sail on the Barracuda, including myself.
Take me, my husband and all who call the Barracuda her home so my son may live.
After a mere heartbeat the storm started to lose power and in minutes was completely gone.
The crew started to cheer on the decks above as a beautiful red-haired woman appeared beside the priestess, smiled and said Name the boy and give him to me.
The priestess kissed her newborn and said Be great, little Jack.
Besmara smiled again and took the boy from his mother. Jack, a fitting name for a future pirate were the last words from her lips and she vanished.
At first nothing happened, then an eerie sound, a call from below the water. Then all hell broke loose, giant black tentacles came up from the water and grabbed the ship. The mast broke like a twig and the hull was being crushed to pieces. Men who didn’t die in the initial attack were taken by a wide variety of sea monsters when they entered the water. No crewmember survived including the captain and her first mate.
And Jack……
Jack never knew his parents or the events that had transpired on the day he was born.
All that Jack new was that he was an orphan who had been taking in by an innkeeper and his wife, a couple in their forties who couldn’t have children.
He grew up in Quent a city/port ruled by the pirate lord Tessa Fairwind.
He was loved by his foster parents and had a great childhood.
Jack grew up amongst buccaneers, merchants, pirates and sailors and everyday he heard new stories.
And at the age of 12 he wanted nothing more in life than to sail. He pleaded with his parents but they wouldn’t let him go.
So he did what an adventurous young boy would do, he ran away and stowed away on a merchant vessel heading for Port Peril.
After just 2 days he was found and brought before the captain. He pleaded with the captain to let him be part of the crew, to let him be a sailor.
The captain was not a harsh man and made the young boy part of his crew. In the next 4 years Jack served on his crew, from deckhand to eventually becoming his first mate.
But Jack wanted more, and he resigned and went back to his roots, to Quent.
But when he returned to Quent all was not well, his mother had gotten ill and had died a year after he left and his father couldn’t take the loss of his wife and he drank himself to death.
The loss of his parents hit him hard and he sought to forget this loss in reckless behavior like gambling and thievery.
Now 1 year later after his return to Quent he finds himself in the Formidable Maid drinking the painful memories away.
The next day he wakes up with an enormous headache………
