One piece: The great Jack sparrow

Chapter 1: The Call of the Sea

The sun dipped low over the bustling town of Porto Sanwa, casting golden hues across the cobblestone streets. Children laughed and played, their shouts ringing out like the sweet notes of a merry tune. Among them was a young boy with tousled black hair and an infectious grin—Jack Sparrow, the son of a wealthy businessman and a humble wife.

Jack lived a life of comfort, with a father who provided every material luxury and a mother who filled his world with warmth and love. But despite the opulence surrounding him, Jack felt a restlessness deep within his soul. He would often sit by the bay, gazing at the horizon, where the ocean kissed the sky, dreaming of the adventures that lay beyond the reach of his father's estate. Tales of pirates and treasure echoed in his mind, fueled by the stories shared by the old sailors who frequented the taverns near the docks.

"Jack! Come inside!" his mother called, breaking the spell of his reverie. She stood at the doorway of their lavish home, her kind eyes searching for him. She was a simple woman, but her spirit was as fierce as the tides, and she always encouraged Jack to follow his heart.

Jack reluctantly stood up, kicking a pebble into the water, watching as it rippled away. "Just a little longer, Mom! I want to see the ships!" he shouted back, his heart aching with the desire to be out there on the open water, chasing the wind.

His father, a stern man with an air of authority, often chastised Jack for daydreaming. "You need to focus on your studies, Jack," he would say, his voice like thunder. "The world of business is where your future lies, not in the silly fantasies of pirates."

But Jack had other ideas. The tales of Gol D. Roger's execution, the man known as the Pirate King, had ignited a fire within him. Roger's last words, declaring the start of the Great Pirate Era, stirred a longing in Jack's heart that no amount of gold or titles could extinguish. He envisioned himself as the King of the Pirates, sailing the Grand Line, and uncovering treasures beyond imagination.

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Determined to prepare himself for the life he yearned for, Jack began training in secret. When his father was busy with meetings and business deals, Jack would slip out of the house and venture to the nearby forest, where he could be free. There, he would practice swordsmanship with a wooden stick, swinging it with all his might, imagining it was a gleaming sword of legendary pirates.

At first, his skills were clumsy. He would trip over roots and fall more times than he could count. But with every bruise and scrape, his determination grew stronger. He would spend hours running along the beach, building his stamina, and even attempting to climb trees, emulating the agility of the pirates he idolized. He sought to hone not just his body but also his mind, reading whatever books he could find about navigation, combat, and strategy.

His mother would often find him covered in dirt and sweat, but she simply smiled, her heart swelling with pride. "You're going to be something special one day, Jack," she would say, brushing the dirt off his face. "Just remember to be brave and true to yourself."

One evening, as he trained by the shore, he overheard a group of fishermen talking about the notorious pirate, Redbeard, and his latest exploits. Their eyes shone with excitement as they recounted tales of treasure maps, hidden islands, and battles against the Marines. Jack felt a thrill shoot through him. He wanted to be part of that world—to be the one creating stories instead of listening to them.

As the years passed, Jack's dreams only grew more vivid. He often imagined what it would be like to sail on the grandest ship, to have a crew of loyal friends by his side, and to explore uncharted waters. The desire to become the King of the Pirates consumed him, and he began to plan his escape from the gilded cage of his father's mansion.

On his fifteenth birthday, Jack awoke with a newfound determination. Today was the day he would set his plans in motion. He had spent countless nights staring at the stars, envisioning his future, and now it was time to seize it. He packed a small satchel with essentials: a few pieces of gold, some clothes, a map he had stolen from his father's study, and the wooden sword that had seen him through countless battles against imaginary foes.

As the sun rose over Porto Sanwa, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Jack stepped out of his home for the last time. His heart raced with both fear and excitement. He knew his father would be furious, but it didn't matter—his dream was calling him, and he could no longer ignore it.

Jack made his way to the docks, where the air was thick with the scent of salt and adventure. He watched as fishermen unloaded their catches, sailors yelled out orders, and merchants bartered for goods. Each sound only fueled his resolve. He was no longer just a boy; he was a pirate in the making.

His heart soared when he spotted a small, weathered ship docked at the far end of the harbor. It was an old vessel, but it had character—a ship that had weathered storms and traveled far and wide. Without hesitation, he approached it, excitement bubbling within him.

"Hey! You!" a gruff voice called out, startling Jack. A burly man with a scruffy beard approached. "What do you want, lad? You look like you're up to no good."

Jack straightened his posture, summoning every ounce of courage. "I want to join your crew! I want to be a pirate!"

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "A pirate, eh? And what makes you think you're cut out for that life?"

With his heart pounding in his chest, Jack replied, "I may not look it, but I've been training for this. I've dreamed of sailing the seas and becoming the King of the Pirates!"

The man's laughter boomed like thunder, echoing across the docks. "The King of the Pirates? You're a bold one, kid. But if you want to sail, you'll have to prove yourself."

Jack's determination surged. "I will! Just give me a chance!"

After a moment's hesitation, the man nodded. "Alright, kid. We leave at dawn. Don't be late. The sea is unforgiving, and we don't have time for weaklings."

As the sun began to set, Jack stood at the edge of the dock, the salty breeze whipping through his hair. He looked back at his home, the life he was leaving behind, and felt a mix of sadness and exhilaration. This was his moment—the moment he had been waiting for.

With a heart full of hope and ambition, Jack turned towards the open sea, where the waves danced under the setting sun. He knew he was stepping into the unknown, but he welcomed it with open arms. Today, he was no longer a boy; he was a pirate, destined for greatness.

With a final glance at the horizon, Jack Sparrow took his first step into a world of adventure, treasure, and the pursuit of his dream to become the King of the Pirates.

A/N: So, to be continued...

I already chose what devil fruit he will get so no need to gibe suggestions. But it will help if you gave some names for his crew.