16 That Man Has a Son! (1/2)

I glared menacingly at the man as his eyes seemed to laugh at me, the fatty looked on between us, unaware of what was going on. He looked very much like a dog, that was tied to a rail while two people juggled unknown treats on either side.

The man ( who I had by now decided would remain unnamed for an undetermined period of time) had by now gotten to his feet and was making his way determinedly towards me, all the while waving the tattered paper that I had just recently seen. Yes. Exactly the one that had caused me to employ my current attitude.

My hands shook slightly as I received the paper, on it were written only a few simple words, but those words had shaken me to the bone, and would probably illicit the same reputation from my father.

It merely read:

'I Am Alive

- Barthelomio'

To realize the impact that these words had on me, you must first consider that, one- if, this letter was forged, then that would mean that they knew who I was! ( Why is that such a big thing you ask, well, it is because to the world my father, and by extension me, are dead! So to make such a letter, the writer not only had to know that my father was alive he also had to know that I was!)

two- if, and that is a big if, this letter was indeed written by who it claimed to have been written by, then the man who my father thought dead for more than five years was alive! And not only so, he was also able enough to send a letter (However small) to me, his former captain's son!

”Bwahahaahahaa, when the old man said that I would be surprised, he wasn't kidding around!” The guy said as he began to size me up. He looked at me as one would look at a solid block of gold, ”I don't swing that way, shoo!!!!!” I snapped annoyed as I turned around to explain all that transpired to my blissfully unaware companion.

”The names Fawkes” the now named guy began as he stretched his hand. ”You must be Gol.D.Love , Leluche, lonny..?” he continued. His words almost caused me to faint in abject anger as I corrected him, before moving on to what was going to be a long interrogation, that would probably span into the night.

”So, Fawkes. How're you related to old man Barthelomio?” I began as I adopted a serious expression. This was after all a serious discussion and thus be approached with the same level of clear-headedness.