Year 1495 :: Pirate Calendar
POV - Narration
On a very normal day, at certain island, people are busy with their daily lives. The island is moderately populated, with a mixture medieval and semi- modern architecture. Though at present not known to many but the coming generation will know the island as from where everything has begun, the beginning of the end, the birth place and place of execution of the pirate king, "Louge town".
In the busy and bustling street of the island, at the very end, there stood a clinic. Inside the clinic, in front of a delivery room, a man with black hair, standing at 185 cm anxiously waiting for wailings of his beloved to stop. In the room, a lady with silver hair can be seen, constantly panting in labor pain, looking at her crying new born child. The child has few streaks of silver hair, a very sharp nose similar to the man standing outside the door and deep black eyes similar to his mother.
Then the back haired man entered the room on the call of the nurse, with an ear to ear grin and affectionately looking at his wife and then at the baby, holding him into his big hands and looking at his subtly similar appearance. The man or "Rick Pixie", is a small time merchant who trades in daily household supplies within few of the surrounding islands nearby Louge town. The humble owner of "Pixies Trading Co.", a small factory engaged in the production of household supplies such as soaps, lotions and a few other toiletries. The income from the said business cannot be said to be very extravagant but is very ample for a family of 3 members to go by. On the other hand, the woman or "Alina", is a very humble looking housewife with an extravagant amount of love for her husband and her new born child. On this day, in the month of September, they welcomed the third member of their home and named him, very much to his future dissatisfaction, "Bob Pixie".
For the baby, this day and his coming life is nothing sort of a dream, or rather a very non-required reality.
POV – Bob Pixie
I was once known as ___, my apologies. Nothing is in the name and all the more the one which doesn't matter anymore. Although I can't remember many things or to say more accurately anything except for the fact that I have once lived for many years. Maybe because the brain is not developed or I was just born. At present all I can see is blur and hear some gibberish, I most certainly cannot move and the only thing that my body made me instinctually do is to cry. And with all my energy exhausted from crying, I inevitably fell to sleep.
Though I cannot measure how much time has passed with the random pattern of sleeping and eating, I can guess that it has been few months since I was born. With the passage of time, I gradually seem to gain a bit of my senses to at least observe my immediate surroundings. And with the recovery of a few of my past memories, I can surely say that I have been reborn. I can regularly see two people who apparently seems to be my parents in this life. Our house is a two-bedroom apartment with all things that is required to live a comfortable life but one thing that I must say is that the technology seems to be a bit old. They surely look like their first gen models from my last life. I have been in the home the whole time and my time is majorly spent on eating, sleeping, playing with my parents. While from what I can recall, I may have been lived for like 25 years in my previous life, it does not make me awkward with my parents and playing with them is as much as fun reading the newly released chapters of my favorite mangas. Drinking milk and those baby feeds are sure delicious but I would certainly give a very bad customer review for some supplementary drinks that my mother made me drink. Well, allegedly, a few months can only get me till here, though I hope that in coming months I can fully make all of my current situation.