2 Gol D Lorean

Sunlight streamed through my eyelashes as I groaned- or tried to, the only thing that happened though, was a yelp, that seemed close to what a child would do.

"Look at the brat, already awake. Look at 'em eyes. they're the eyes of a king they are!!" A man's voice filtered through my ears. In front of me was a lean man. His dark eyes regarded me warmly, as the ever present snicker on his lips shook. His dark hair hung down to his shoulder as his dread-locks flew around the place. He wore baggy pants and a white shirt with a brown over-coat. His red bandana held his head together. It had a classic jolly roger on it with a wide grin and crisscrossed bones.

Next to me on the bed lied a brown headed women in a pearly white pajama. "If only little Roger was here to see his nephew's birth" she said with a melancholic sigh.

Wa-wa-wait a minute did she say little ROGER??!! I exclaimed in my mind as my blue eyes widened. 'I hope he's not pirate king Roger' I hoped in my mind as I dreaded the amount of attention I would get if it were true.

"Ihihihihihihihihihihihihihih …." the man laughed, his lips quirking up in a signature smirk. "Nah.... the brat's too busy raising a storm in the new world. He hasn't even sent word back to our lil' island retreat. If I didn't know the bastard better I would say he's forgotten us in the rush of his adventures." he said as his smile turned into a disapproving sneer.

"now now Jack…. you know how tough it is being at the centre of matters, hadn't you done this too? I can't help but remember of this group of pirates going by the name of the sparrow pirates..?" The women asked, already getting up to hug her husband and to steel me from him. "Name your son, and stop stalling you overgrown twat!" she said with a pout.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm......... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm............…? what about Lor…ette….?lo-love why are you trying to hit me..!?" he asked as he side-stepped the women brandishing her fists at him. " He's a boy you over-grown midget!!" she snapped with a tick forming at the side of her fore head. "hmph!! You don't even know how to name someone, he'll be called Lorean, Gol D Lorean" she said as she cruelly stole the chance to name the child from her husband.

' So my name is Gol D Lorean..?' I thought with a smile on my face, dozing off to the sleep, that indicated that I had reached the end of the stamina that was accorded to an infant. As I fell asleap I couldn't stop a smile from developing on my face.

I had good parents and I hoped that I would make them proud.....

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This was obviously me. Gol D Lorean. The only thing I had found out from the past year was that I was son of Gol D Jack and Elizabeth Sparrow. I was the nephew of the infamous pirate king Gol D Roger, which I had quite dreaded. We were on the island of D - Eden, and as far as I knew there were only the three of us that lived in this Utopian place.

Of course this was not the thing that had distressed me into muttering to myself, it was in fact another matter altogether. It was the fact that, the prizes that the shitty god had promised me hadn't made themselves known to me as of yet and I was getting quite frustrated. How was I to survive in this world without the gold-finger that was the cheats that the under-age bastard had promised.

"Lore- it's time for dinner son" the melodious voice of my mother rang in the air, it was accompanied by the grating laughter of my irresponsible father. "coming mother!" came the squeaky voice, that I still could not believe belonged to me, as I ran up gritty mountain path that lead to our hut. The sweat smell of my father's cooking hung in the air as I barged into the house, my nose sniffing and my mouth watering. I could see the stars in my mother's eyes as she dropped her knitting material and hurriedly made her way into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, my father stood a wide grin on his face and a kitty apron on. He had a pan on the stove as he whistled a happy tune. You could smell the sweat aroma as my mother and me set the table - it was basically her doing all the work and me trying to pathetically reach for a pan that was quite evidently out of my reach.

My father ruffled my hair as he got the pan that I had been futile-ly reaching for and setting it on the table. And..... Vola it was time to EAT!!!

As we sat down at the table (I needed help…OH the HUMILIATION!!!!) , my father held the meat as he chowed down. Me on the other hand, I chose to be slightly modest, and by slightly modest of course I mean I inhaled food. Come on I was in the world of one piece, if I didn't eat like I would never eat again, how would I possibly fit in with the rest of them?

My mother seemed the only tame eater at the table, quite evident by the way she seemed to have an obsession with the napkin. 'Pere pere pere pere….' a voice rang as my father reached for his coat pocket. His easy-going face seemed to suddenly fall of as he answered the Den Den Mushi.

"Jack.....ca-captain, i-I' m dy-ing...." a voice voice rasped as he rose from the table. My mother dropped her cloth as she rose with him. "Lore, dear, go play by the rock. Mommy and daddy have something to do." She said, not even looking at me as she did so.