The Lost Tale

[Jackfiresteel]

Ok so I got bored (like always) so I decided to make a new story.




Note: this was made on my phone, give me some props for that xD


CHAPTER ONE

Once upon a time, there was a child named Jack.

This child wasn't especially bright, nor did he have many friends.

He was the son of a well-known, famous, and rich blacksmith. His father had created some of the most elagent, beautiful, well balanced, swords and daggers the Caribbean has even seen, as well as some the Caribbean hasn't seen...

Because of this the child had been vigorously forced and taught how to wield a sword. Nevertheless the child was the best swordsman in the place he grew up in, which is unknown, as well as his last name.

15 years later he had taken over the family buisness and became he new most well-known, famous, rich , blacksmith of his village, however he wasn't known for creating the best swords and daggers the carribean has ever seen, he was known for creating the most powerful. He had created such weapons as the Bloodfire weapons, Darkfire cutlass, and also some unknown ones such as Shadowfire cutlass. His most prized possession. With all these "fire" weapons he soon received the nickname "Jack Firesteel"

However there are just as many consequences as there are rewards with creating powerful voodoo weapons. Over time he had gotten some.. Not-so-liked people. Pirates, And Undead. Jolly Roger specifically. He did not have anything against pirates, but he did have something against Jolly Roger. He had killed his father, his mother, and his sister.

The only reason he had agreed to sell Roger his weapons, was because he was afraid to his own life, because you see, Roger had threatened to kill him, raise him from the dead, and make him kill everyone in his village.

One day the usual Undead pirate came to buy the usual weapons. As he does every month. But this time Roger didn't send the Undead to buy weapons, but to take them.

When the Undead pirate arrived Jack had already had the weapons ready for him, but once the Undead opened the door he immediately bashed Jack over the head with the butt of his sword and then he took every weapon in the store, except for one. The Shadowfire Cutlass. Which was resting safely inside the wall in a secret compartment.

When Jack woke up, his shop was trashed and all his weapons gone. He quickly got up and checked the secret compartment to check if his Cutlass was there. He then took it and ran ou the door to see if the Undead was there but he was long gone. His cutlass lit on fire with a black flame and began to grow with Jacks growing rage. He wanted to destroy Jolly Roger for killer and taking everything he owned. He needed a crew. He had to become a pirate.

He went to the nearest tavern, knowing many crew masters and pirates would be there.

As he entered he was shocked to see that the tavern was empty. All except for a man in a coat, sitting at the farthest table. He had a hat, a beard, tatoos around his face, and on the table, laid a cutlass in it's sheathe.

He walked over to his table and sat down.
"Your a pirate aren't you?" Asked Jack.
"What of it?" replied the stranger.
"Nothing! I'm just looking for a crew. Your a crewmaster right?" asked Jack.
"Aye. I do have a crew. And we are recruiting.... Why do you need one...?"
"I want to destroy Jolly Roger for kill.."
"Don't we all." interrupted the stranger.
"..for killing my family, and taking everything I own." said Jack.
"We all have sob stories mate. What makes you so special?" snapped the stranger.
"Your recruiting right? You need me."
"No we don't need you. We just want more crewmates. If we needed you, do you think I would be sitting here, while my crewmates look for the Lost Sword of El Patron? No. I would be looking for you. But I'm not. You found me." he said.
"Ok. I'm just going to ask then. Can I join your crew?" asked Jack.
"That would be great. Me name is Delmaria Darkskull. You?"
"people call me Jack Firesteel. I am a blacksmith. I am known for creating some very powerful weapons. I created the Bloodfire weapons."
Dels eyes widened
"So your skilled with the cutlass? We could use you. Tomorrow morning. The dock. 5 o'clock. Don't be late."