1036 Word History - My Sad Lifetime

The sad tale of a child who just wanted love. It started at birth assumed to be a cursed child, Train was thrown away by his parents. No name, No family. He was left alone on the edge of an island. Forgotten, until the day came by a middle-aged sailor passes by the island noticing a casket with a small infant held inside. As he picks it up he looks back at his ship. He was about a day away from the mainland. He sighed and smiled at the child. "It's really difficult if you feel like you don't have anyone..." A sad smile was on the mans face. Before he returned the ship. The child in hand, As the boat sailed towards the mainland the man looked at the child. Acting like it could understand him while looking out to the sunset and said. "Hope is like the sun, which as we journey towards it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us." The child smiled and grabbed the mans index finger. It was obvious this child was innocent towards the way of the world. Once they arrived at the mainland. The man brought the child home and treated him like his own son. Even giving him the name "Train" along with his own surname. Years based as they both began to grow little by little. The man had given up on sailing and took on an old hobby of his practicing his swordplay, Once the boy became of age he too joined in on the training. Everyday together the two would set aside everything for the time they spent together doing what they both enjoyed. Everything seemed like a dream. As time passed by the man began to age, Days became weeks. Weeks became months and months became years. The season passing with each one. Sixteen years after the man had taken in the child the same boy stood before his father's bed spending the last moments he could with him. Tears filled both their eyes. Both of them meant the world to each other, But as his father opened his mouth. Train knew what he had to do. The man spoke. "Promise me, You'll train everyday. Never miss a day of training, Always eat three meals a day. Don't forget to help out the town on your free time. Everyone needs a helping hand in this day and age. But the most important thing Train...follow that dream you told me three winters ago." Train had nodded as his father's hand fell back to the bed. The man was dead. Train spent quite a few months grieving the man who died was the only one to ever show him 'love', Knowing he was alone was the worst feeling he'd have ever felt. Two years passed by, Train continued to live his life-like he used to with his father, Except now he worked twice as hard and trained even harder. But other things were on his mind. On his Eighteenth birthday Train decided it was time. He had saved up enough money to buy a small boat into which he set sail. Leaving his home behind. It was time for him to chase his dream, the same dream his father had told him to chase two years ago.

Warning: Sad Part Incoming

Half a Year had passed by since Train had left. He had met quite a handful of people. Even made a crew for himself. Time seemed to have fast forwarded as his fun only grew more and more as time passed by. He had found interest in one of his female crew mates and started a relation. The crew was happy, Train's dream came true, He became a pirate. That was until one day. He had heard of treasure on a off-map island. As he sailed closer it was an ambush instantly three ships attacked his there was no defending from it. As strange men boarded his ship and started attacking his crew members. The man was hard to describe it happened so quickly the man raised his blade and brought it down towards Train only to have his face filled with blood as he slowly opened his eyes fear struck him. The women he had planned to spend his time with. Sacrificed herself to save him pushing him off the ship. Train too shocked was unable to swim as he fell to the water and sunk. His eyes slowly closed. He thought he was gone for. Until an old man had dived into the water and brought him to shore.  It seemed he had drifted off to another island. Train was in a coma for three days and three nights. As he awoke he had no memory of that night. Or any of the time he had spent with his crew. All he could feel was an empty feeling in his chest. For gratitude of the mans hospitality Train had decided to stay and help out around the island, Two and a half years had passed. It felt almost like Deja Vu as the old man who had taken him in laid in his bed slowly passing away from this world. Except this time it was not a sad good-bye, The old man had smiled at Train and told him to look in the closet to his left. As Train opened the door he found a black blade with a long chain. The man admired Trains constant training every night he had went out and bought the blade but was waiting for Christmas to give it to him. The boy was brought to tears as he bowed and thanked him for everything. That he was grateful for the man taking him in and giving him a home for the past years. He remembered the story the man had told him about his daughter who the marines had killed at such a young age along with his wife. So the last thing Train could give him was a promise. "I'll avenge your daughter...I promise!" The man soon passed away, From that day Train has been sailing the sea's. His goal? To watch as both the Celestial Dragons and the Marine fall into despair.