Jorge Joestar (Light Novel)

Chapter 1: Tsukumojuku

                                                            

My name is Jorge Joestar. The name was taken from my aristocratic

grandfather but written the Spanish style. I asked why Mum didn't spell it

George like a proper English name, but she just smiled and said,

"Well, you were born in the Canary Islands, and if I named you George, we

couldn't very well call you Jojo, could we?"

My name is Jorge Joestar. The name was taken from my aristocratic grandfather

but written the Spanish style. I asked why Mum didn't spell it George like a

proper English name, but she just smiled and said,

"Well, you were born in the Canary Islands, and if I named you George, we

couldn't very well call you Jojo, could we?"

My father – he died in a shipwreck – was named Jonathan Joestar, and had

gone his whole life by the nickname Jojo; he'd died so soon after their wedding

that Mum, still deeply in love with him, had her heart set on my inheriting

that nickname. Sadly, only Spaniards lived on La Palma, and nobody called me

Jojo; Mum and Lisa Lisa called me 'George' and everyone pronounced my name the

Spanish way: 'Horhe'. Pointing this out to Mum just made her look sad, so I

held my tongue. Frankly, what they called me was the least of my problems.

For as long as I could remember, I was tormented by Spanish-speaking

jackanapes – this very day they'd rubbed dog shit on my face on the way home

from school. They'd managed to get some up my nose and no matter how much I

washed my face the stink remained. But they'd been trying to make me eat it, so

I guess I got off easy. Like she always did, Lisa Lisa found us and saved me

before they could force the shit all the way in. These pigs were born on the

island and would die a useless death here; they had no conscience, no capacity

for anything like abstract thought, and thus no notion of restraint.

"Bwa ha ha ha ha! You got saved by a girl again, Balsa Blanca (White Raft)!

Your dick wouldn't even work as an oar!"

Lisa Lisa had knocked him down and kicked him a number of times, and his

nose was still bleeding, but Antonio Torres was getting used to the beatings,

and didn't let them get in the way of a good jeer. This hit me where it hurt.

After the shipwreck, Mum spent several days adrift on the Pacific with me

and Lisa Lisa, so Antonio and his gang had started calling me Balsa Blanca, but

this insulted Mum and my dead Dad as well, so I always got mad and cried. Look,

even I hated myself for it. I was such a damn cry baby. It was like I had just

served them all dessert. The moment I

started crying they all killed themselves laughing, and Lisa Lisa had to