꧁✧𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧✧꧂ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˣ ᵒᶜ ☆ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ¹/?

𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐬 {𝟏}

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"You want to know where my treasure is? I'll tell you. Wealth. Fame. Power. I found everything this world has to offer. Free yourselves. Take to the seas! My treasure is yours to find."
- 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫

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"Gold Rogers final words changed the world forever. A new age was born, The Great Pirate Era, setting off a race across the seas to find the Pirate King's hidden treasure, the One Piece."
- 𝟐𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨

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- 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲

Caspian awoke to the feeling of water dripping onto his face, freezing cold water. He wiped the water off his cheek with the back of his hand and slowly sat up.
"Stupid coastal storms-" Caspian thought, swinging his legs round the side of his bed, squinting when the beams from the sunrise caught him in the eye. There was a small leak in the peach tiled roof from one of the most recent, and worse storms to ever hit Shells Town. Caspian craned his head up to look at the small hole in the ceiling, the pink early morning sky peaking through it. Caspian sighed heavily and hung his head, he would have to fix it later. And that meant getting onto the roof using the rickety ladder that falls apart the millisecond you open it. A downside to living so close to the sea.

He stood up and rubbed his eyes, stretching as he walked out of his bedroom into the brightly painted kitchen. His father had always loved bright colours, that's why the one floored cottage was an explosion of that, with hints of white so it didn't seem like too much. Caspian had never known his mother, his father used to tear up every time he tried to talk about her, so Caspian never pressured him. He only had puzzle pieces of her, putting them together using scattered bits of information, from old letters and a carving on a nearby oak tree. A & J it read, circled in a heart. His fathers name was Reed Jasper, and he didn't know his mothers, only that it started with an A. All the writing with her name in the letters had been scribbled out, Jaspers response to grief.

Caspian glanced at the clock hung onto the wall as he filled up a glass of water in the kitchen sink, it read 6:33am, his shift at The Sea Current started in an hour and a half. The Sea Current is a tavern right next to the 153rd Marine Base, so it was constantly packed, that meant the pay was good. The tavern in the morning was filled with depressed morning drinkers and people coming in for breakfast. Caspian worked as a waiter and a bartender, multitasking because there weren't a lot of people on the morning shift. It was just Caspian, a mother and her daughter, the mother was the sister of the owner of the establishment, and that's how she got the job there. Her daughter, Rika, was just the sweetest person ever, when her mother wasn't looking she would give out her handmade recipes to guests for free, and Caspian never said a word, keeping Rika's secret.

Caspian took a long swig of his glass of water, trying to wake up. He took notice of the noise of waves crashing against the white chalk cliffs outside, waking him of his trance of thinking about his dead father. He tries not to think about it too much because it just reminds him that he has nobody, and it's been that way for eleven years. Caspian placed his empty glass of water near the kitchen sink, ready to be washed later. He walked back into his bedroom, opening his dresser drawers to find his typical everyday outfit, a yellow button down shirt and dark sage green denim shorts that almost reached his knees. Caspian slipped on his plain white trainers, and then his black leather fingerless gloves. He mostly wore the black leather gloves for spear practice, but he had made a habit out of wearing them everyday. Caspian pulled a small mirror in front of his face and threaded his many earrings through the holes in his ears, most of them were handmade gifts by Rika. Caspian finally draped a small volute shell on a string around his neck and grabbed his drawstring bag, and then walking out the front door, locking it behind him.

Caspian eyed his spear leaning against the one floor cottage. The spear was really flexible to use, it goes from an almost five foot weapon to a fifteen centimetre portable one. The spear had layers so you can tuck it away into a tiny stick with a sharp triangle shaped blade at the top. Caspian picked it up and pushed it into its smaller version, then reached behind his head and hid it in his bag. He often takes it with him to work because, sometimes, people get a bit unfriendly...or too friendly. Caspian glanced through his window at the click on the wall in his kitchen, 6:57am. His shift starts at eight, but he has to leave an hour early because it takes a long time to walk. Caspian set off down the path in front of his one floored cottage, turning his head to watch the sun that was now higher in the sky from when he first woke up, glistening on the ocean below the chalk cliffs. Caspian walked towards the thin forest, the small barrier that separates his home from Shells Town, but technically it was still apart of Shells Town, just further away from the crowded areas of town. And he liked it that way...being alone...

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A/N: Thank you for reading ❤️
I know it's quite short, but it's only a filler chapter to get the book started, and to give you a bit of backstory on Caspian :)
I'm planning to make chapters shorter in this book so I can get them out faster, not as short as this chapter, more like 15-20 pages.
So, for example, I won't be doing one chapter per episode but more like 2-3 chapters per episode, so I won't get bored of writing a chapter and give up.

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