It was cold as all get out. The boy on his tiny raft out in the big open sea was no sailor. He however moved with the confidence with one. His body shivered and ached from the cold and wet weather. Rain slapping every exposed part of his body. That didn't hold him up though, nothing in this world could. He, in his own eyes, was a Man. And Men don't back-down, even if their body wanted to. That was something this young boy had that many didn't get for many years. As unless he died he would not stop going forward. To find a way to get enough power to defeat his Father. Nothing more. Nothing less. Why? Well, he didn't like how strong his Father was in comparison to himself. And he didn't want to grow stronger under him, as then that Man would know about his secret moves and stuff. That was the young boy's thought process on it.



He yelped as he saw a massive Sea King emerge from the waters around fifty meters away from him. Any closer and it would've capsized his vessel. It was intimidating but that wasn't what was on the mind of Fidel D. Marx. What he saw was something that could last him for a year. Food wise. Yes, he didn't get afraid he saw this as a opportunity to mark off gathering food for a while. All he had to do was kill it and tie it to his raft. Let the cold waters keep the thing fresh. He'd quickly move around to find his rope and makeshift spear. He would get it ready once he got in range to throw it. Once he got it ready he would set it in his lap and grab his paddles.

Even at this young age he held strength more than a normal human did. Being someone that could match grown Men at their peak in physical ability.  So, when he paddled he glided across those waters. The Sea King was swimming with part of it's body forcing through the water. Fidel didn't care why it left it self so open. All he knew was that this beast was underestimating him. So, upon getting in range he stood up. Mustering all he had he tossed his spear outward, with the rope attached. It stuck and with a few tugs to test it Fidel knew he had caught his prey. Unknowing to him the only reason it stuck was due to it piercing a fresh wound on the Sea King.

He wanted to jump into the water but remembered how cold it was So, he would just start pulling. Either he was getting closer because he was pulling the massive beast. Or because he was pulling himself along with his raft toward it. He felt it was the former but could be wrong. Regardless he would make it to the creature in no time. He'd tie the end of the rope to his raft, to keep it from floating away. He'd just onto the scaly back of the Sea King. He thought about taking his spear, as that was his only weapon, but decided not to. One it was stuck. And Two if he did that his raft would float away.

It was tough keep balance and not slipping off of the thing. The weather along with this surface was annoying and hindering, but were no match for the Boy's determination. All he had to do was adapt to the situation. Not stand up but crawl across the body. Digging his limbs underneath the scale as best he could.

Focusing mostly on upper body strength so that he could reach under with his hands and keep a grip. He saw the creature raise it's big ass head and neck. He didn't know if the thing was a snake or some weird variation. All he knew was that he couldn't enter the other entrance due to it being underwater. Or create his own due to not having a weapon, and the thing being so damn tough. The thing stopped moving so all Fidel really had to worry about was dealing with the weather. The weapon had high and low spells. Hitting him hard at times or just tickling him. When it came hard all he could do was hold on and wait it out. And when it tickled  take advantage of the situation and move as quickly as he could.

Don't ask how he did it. But he did. He was able to make it to the head of the creature, and would bow to the gods. He was thankful for the feast given to him. Then he heard something.

"How dare you stand on-top of my face, insect. I have no time to deal with such trash. They are still out there."

It was louder than anything Fidel had ever heard and he had to cover his ears. But after the voice stopped Fidel would yell out, as he would not be disrespected. "OI! FUCK YOU! I AIN'T NO BUG! AFTER I FINISH EATING SOME OF THIS THING I'LL FIND YOU! YEAH! AND KICK YOUR DAMN ASS!" Fidel would say as he would.

The Voice of All Things was a strange ability; that many just though belonged to those within the Third Eye Clan. Something that even among them wasn't commonly talked about. But, in some instances some people are born special and hold the ability. Fidel being one of those people. Inanimate objects didn't speak to him however, rather it was Animals. And the voice that Fidel heard was none other than the Sea King he stood on. Standing right in front of it's right eye. The Sea King was going to just shake it's head to send the insect falling to the waters below, but wouldn't. It was taken back from hearing the thing seem to talk directly to him. Something that had only happened once before. But, back then it was more of a calling than a attempt at conversation. This insect, in the Sea King's eyes, was different.

Fidel's Father spoke about such abilities, but Fidel never paid attention. There were many things within this world that defied what we considered normal or possible. Thinking something couldn't happen because you hadn't experienced it was foolish, as you don't decided what is possible. Rather if you base what your or others have experienced as a undeniable fact. Going against that is something Fidel's Father wanted to instill into his Son, but wasn't able to.  Fidel was like most that needed to see something before he just believed it. Something that plagues him even in the current day. However in the current time he is straying from that and going into what his Father had wanted him to think.

The wind would kick back up again and Fidel knowing this sought shelter, leaping into the nostril of the Sea King. As it's face was smooth rather than scaly. "Okay, once the wind dies down I figure out how I eat this thing." Fidel would say out-loud to himself.

"Stop saying you will eat me, bug. Only person that could be eaten is you!" The Sea King would declare.

"Wait hol' up! You! FISH! YOU! Are the one talking shit?!" Fidel would say as he would pop out of the nose, covered in some sticky substance. He never spoke to food before. In the past he did think he heard people talking but didn't see any, so he didn't think much of it. People always was jealous and could've always just talk crap about him while they hid from him. That was his thought. But at this moment there wasn't anyone around or rather no where to hide and talk crap this loudly. Unless some god was doing this little game which he doubted.  

"I have no time for this." The Sea King would say as it was preparing to shake it's head and send Fidel flying. However Fidel peeped this and would move into the earlobe of the beast, it being like that of a Chicken's earlobe. It was the space behind the eye and the wattle, which is the red, fleshy growth under the chin. This thing had the head kinda like a chicken, without feathers and a beak. The Sea King felt where Fidel had gone, but didn't care anymore. It's pursuers had returned. Firing out a volley of cannon fire at the Sea King to show they weren't done yet.

"Okay, okay. Stop.....stop lying. This story can't be true." Che would slam his hand on his desk. As he let what Fidel said go on long enough.

"How come?" Fidel was just about to get to the juicy parts.

"You can't talk to Sea Kings, for one. Second even if you could why wouldn't it shake you off right when it saw you. I get we asked to hear the story, but we thought you'd be honest at least. We asked for how you ended up away from your Family, not how you got into a banter with a Sea King." Che would declare.

"Wow, just wow. You are a little shit, yah know that? I haven't told one lie. I need to tell this part so that you know.....you know what you made me forget where I was. So, I'll just start at another part in my journey." Fidel was taken back due to such a  accusation. He really didn't think he was lying. Just telling the story how he remembered it.

"No, we just want to know why you left. Not about the adventures you went on." Che would say as he awaited Fidel to start. His pencil ready to start writing, this time on a new piece of paper.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! Do you not want to appreciate a real adventures stories? Has the age of appreciation also come to a end like the true Pirate age. How has the world turned into such shit. I blame the calamities." Fidel would say as he flailed his arms back and forth. He'd drop them and stop sitting up right on the couch. Rolling his eyes as he began to talk about what Che wanted to hear.

"I left simply because I felt like I was a Man. That I didn't need to learn anything he had to teach me. I don't really know why....actually I do. It was because I learned he got so strong on his own, with minimal help. So, I decided I could surpass him on my own. Without anyone. Now I know that isn't the best course, but back then I was set in my ways at a early age. I was a piece of work. Nah, a piece of shit. More than a typical delinquent. Only thing I regret is that I left my sick Mom. I'd say me leaving stopped her from having any reason to fight back. " Fidel's mood shifted. From how he spoke and the detail that he went into it. It was different from his story earlier, as there was no excitement to tell this one. He wasn't going to get depressed or anything of that sort he just felt uncomfortable saying all of this.


"Oh, I'm sad to hear that about your Mother. But was the only reason you left was to get stronger than him? Nothing else?" Che asked these question to find out more about their Leader. As he had always been confused on why their leader had allowed his Son to brave the sea at such a young age. He wouldn't do anything to harm the image of Qari, this was just for his own personal records of Fidel and his Father.

"Nope, he was actually a great Father. No real complaints at all about either of my Parents. I was just more like my Grandfather when i was born....that is what my Grandma said. Not my Grandfather on my Mom's side, but my Dad's. I never met him personally. And they never really talked about him. So, I assume things I did then and maybe even still do were things that he did. Which is crazy right? How am I acting like someone I never met." Fidel would say in response to Che.

"Want to hear a joke?" It was a random question that seemed to just serve as a way to get into the conversation.

"Eh?" Fidel had even forgot the clown was within the room with them, since he was so quite.

"A joke. to lighten the mood." Pepe would say as he wanted to really tell this joke. As he had been working on it.

"Ugh, okay sure. Go ahead and tell it Pepe." Che was just taken back that Pepe wanted to take a joke, but was curious. He wanted to know what the Clown had in store for them.

"So, a Man enters a Hospital. A normal visit. At the end of it he asks his Doctor a question. He goes.....Doc, I'm really depressed. Like so depressed I think I may kill myself. What should I do. So, usually the Doctor would admit him, but didn't think that was necessary. So, instead he tells him this. The circus is in town and Reginald the Dancing Clown will uplift anyone! I have a spare ticket, go check him out and come back. The Doctor's thought process was that laughter will get the Man in a better mood. However the patient would shake his head and say this. But, Doc. I am Reginald." Pepe the clown would just get looks from Fidel and Che, as that wasn't funny. It was actually depressing. "Well, I never said it would be a good joke. I'llllll just...yeah." Pepe would get up and walk out of the room. Not knowing where he was even going with all of that.

"Actually, that was pretty funny. You can make others feel good with laughter, but who will make you? Yah know. Fuck, Pepe is a bad clown though. Anyone else probably would've got sad as shit from that." Fidel would say as he would begin to fidget with his finger. Something resonating within him that he never felt before.

"Well, I know it made me uncomfortable. So we can resume this talk later." Che would say as he would stand up and begin to head for the door. He had to use the bathroom and this was the best chance to take this break.

It was around a day before Baylor was to arrive. And things were being done to get everything prepared. That last talk as Fidel saw it was just in case he died. Che probably was going to tell his Father what he said so that he knew the reason he path came to this end. Fidel was fine with that, but didn't feel he was going to die. Maybe physically he could but his spirit will leave on within his legacy. He had two kids and has left things he wanted for them to do. His relationships with their Mothers was something you could call good terms. And what he left wasn't anything horrible. It was simply and actually beneficial if you believe it.


"Of all the money, that e'er I had~ I've spent it innnn~ Good company〜 ♪. And all the harm~ That e'er i've done~ Alas it was to none but me〜 ♪. And all I've done~ For want of wit~ Toooo memory now~ I can't recall~ ♪. Soooo fill to me, the parting glass~ Good night~....... and joy~.... be with you all~ ♪. "

Fidel sang to himself as he laid onto of the building. Making his way out up there when Che left the room. He liked the song he sang, as he sung it a lot. Usually when something tragic happened but right now he did it out of respect. He has grown and let go of many grudges he once had. This song was for those that had died on his many adventures. As even if they did something wrong to him they helped mold him into what he was today.