Year 1701 AC
Edward stood at the helm with an exaggerated swagger, his Captain's hat tipped at a ridiculous angle and his coat flapping as the sea winds rushed over him.
His ship cut through the waves like a living beast, rocking hard under the weight of cannon fire exploding behind them. With his hand on the wheel, Edward grinned wide, teeth flashing as he shouted, voice carrying across the deck.
"Faster, you barnacle-brained sea slugs! The navy's right on our heels! Unless you lot fancy a permanent residence in Davy Jones' locker, put some bloody muscle into it! Rahahaha!"
The men strained at the ropes, the sails filling with a violent snap. The crew, hardened sailors or not, looked pale as the cannonballs screamed past, splashing into the waves dangerously close. Their captain, however, seemed drunk on the chaos, swaying with every tilt of the ship like it was all part of some elaborate dance.
Beside him, Diana stood in her own pirate attire . coat, boots, and even a sash tied around her waist. She looked every bit as enthusiastic as her father, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. She raised her voice like a true officer of the deck.
"All hands to the sails! Catch the wind, you useless dogs! Do as my father commands!"
The sailors scrambled at her words, not daring to cross the First Mate. Their captain was insane, but the girl at his side had the same gleam of danger in her eyes. 'But she's so pretty though.' they smiled silly .
Behind them, two navies bore down in pursuit, British and Spanish both. Their sails blotted the horizon, and their cannons thundered in a grim chorus. What were Edward and Diana doing in the middle of the sea, chased by two great powers? That tale, as always with Edward, had roots years before.
Flashback
Edward had been packing in his chambers, tossing items into a trunk with little care. Among the bundles, however, he noticed one that did not belong. With a raised brow, he tugged at the fabric — and his lips curled when the golden thread of a lasso peeked out.
"Well now," Edward drawled, holding it up. "What's this then? Hippolyta must've forgotten to toss the garbage again. Bit careless of her, leaving this lying about. I suppose I should do her the favor and throw it into the ocean."
He gave the lasso an experimental swing, winding up to hurl it out the window, when a muffled voice cried out.
"Father, stop!"
With a thud and a dramatic tumble, Diana burst from the bundle and landed face-first on the floor, groaning. She stood with a glare sharp enough to cut steel.
"You knew I was in there! You intentionally did that!"
He raised his eyebrow. " How old are you now? You still came up with such an idea!"
She looked away. " it sounded smart in my head."
Edward let out a chuckle, scratching at his jaw. "Now why in all the seas would my daughter disguise herself as luggage?"
Diana crossed her arms, cheeks flushed. "Because you keep leaving without me! Every time you're here, it's never long. And when you are, Mother and Aunt Hera keep you to themselves, always doing those shameful things!" She turned redder at the words.
"So I tried sneaking into your ship when you left."
Edward sighed, motioning for her to sit. She did, eyes downcast. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close.
"Sorry, dear. I've been buried in too much business. I've been letting others handle more lately so I can have time again. And I'll tell you what, next trip, you can come with me. I had a dream once you see. Maybe now..."
Her head shot up, excitement brimming. "Really? What dream?"
Edward looked wistful. "It's silly. A boy's dream, one I never got to fulfill. I wanted… to be a pirate. To sail the seas free, no chains, no crowns. Just the adventure."
Diana gasped, nearly bouncing. "Like Luffy! From the anime! That's so cool!"
Edward chuckled. Spreading otherworld culture in Themiscyra had gone far better than he'd ever expected. The Amazons devoured magical girl shows like sacred texts. Even Hippolyta and Hera, queens and goddesses, were often spotted in tears over some Korean drama Death had brought.
And Diana? She'd become an anime fanatic like her father, obsessed with One Piece lately. She often mimicked Nico Robin, pretending to be a great archaeologist and exploring places.
Edward shook his head with amusement. "Something like Luffy, aye, but better. I once had a friend — we swore to see the world together. He died before we could. Maybe now… I can do it with you."
Diana jumped up, fists in the air. "Then we'll make our own crew! We'll be the Amazon's Fury! Oh, it'll be glorious!"
Edward smirked. "Not bad, although I'm not an Amazon, and crew will be mostly dudes. But we'll need new faces. Too many know me as the savior. If word spreads I'm out playing pirate with my daughter, there goes my reputation. So an avatar. A new look. A name no one will forget."
Diana clapped eagerly. "What will you look like?"
Edward grinned — and his form shimmered. When the magic cleared, a new man stood. Beads dangled in his braided hair, a red bandana rested under a battered tricorn hat, and a scraggly goatee clung to his chin. He swayed as though slightly drunk, eyes darting like a fox sizing up prey.
Diana's jaw dropped. "He looks… ridiculous. What's his name?"
Edward threw his arms wide and staggered a step. He grinned. "The name's Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
Flashback ends
Now, Captain Jack Sparrow and his loyal First Mate Diana Bonnie commanded the Black Pearl as it tore through the sea, both British and Spanish fleets spitting fire in pursuit.
Diana gripped the rail as a cannonball roared past, splashing water over her boots. But her grin matched her father's.
"This is amazing, Father! I don't know why Mother forbade it!"
Edward spun the wheel with dramatic flair, narrowly dodging another volley. "Beats me! Probably that time of the month, eh?"
Diana snorted, half scolding but still laughing. "Ew! I Don't care! I love this feeling!"
The crew, meanwhile, looked ready to mutiny. Their captain was weaving like a drunkard at the helm, occasionally letting go of the wheel entirely to gesture grandly at the sea , only to grab it again at the last possible moment before a wave or cannonball could smash them.
At one point, Edward stumbled across the deck, swaying like a man three bottles deep. He bumped into a sailor carrying powder kegs, clapped the man on the shoulder, and slurred, "Careful with that, mate. Don't want to blow us all sky-high before we've had our rum, savvy?"
The sailor muttered prayers to every god he knew as Edward tottered back to the helm, smirking.
Another broadside thundered. Splinters flew as one shot grazed the hull. Diana called out orders with surprising authority, rallying the terrified men. Edward, however, tilted his head at the damage and muttered almost conversationally, "That's gonna leave a mark. On the bright side, bit of extra ventilation."
Despite his antics, the Black Pearl surged ahead, slipping between incoming fire with almost supernatural timing. Edward's madness wasn't aimless , it was instinct, sharpened by centuries of battle, now disguised under Jack Sparrow's drunken veneer.
The chase raged on, but the father-daughter pair looked utterly alive, reveling in the chaos while the rest of the crew prayed for survival.
*****
The wind tore across the deck as The Black Pearl tilted under Edward's manic steering. Cannonballs splashed into the sea like thunderclaps, one or two grazing the hull close enough to send splinters flying across the crew's faces.
Yet their Captain stood firm, balancing with one foot on the wheel and the other on the railing, swaying like the mast itself, a grin stretched ear to ear.
"Steady as she goes, lads!" Edward called in his Jack Sparrow drawl, tugging his hat lower. "Or rather, as steady as she wobbles, eh?"
A terrified sailor whimpered, clutching the rigging as if it were the last anchor to his life.
Diana, hair whipping in the sea breeze, was no less animated than her father. She twirled her sword, shouting commands that mixed perfectly with her father's Jack Sparrow–esque nonsense.
"Raise the mainsail! Shift the weight! And someone stop screaming like a stuck pig, it's unsightly!"
Another cannonball whistled past, slamming into the water just behind the stern. The ship rocked violently, sending barrels rolling. The crew scrambled to keep order, though half of them seemed ready to abandon ship.
Edward, ever unbothered, hopped down from the wheel, snatched up a dangling rope, and began to pace theatrically across the deck.
"Now, now, let's think about this logically. Two navies, one tiny, albeit magnificent ship, and a Captain of unmatched genius. Who, I ask you, do you think wins?"
"Not us!" one sailor shouted back in panic.
"Wrong answer, Mister Silver." Edward shot back, wagging a finger like a scolding teacher. "The answer, my most pessimistic friend, is always me. And by extension, you. Unless you'd like to swim, in which case you can kindly jump now."
Diana laughed and cupped her hands around her mouth. "He's right! Stay on board, or Father will personally tie you to the cannons!"
The poor men groaned.
But Edward's eyes glinted with mischief. He scanned the chaos of the fleets surrounding them. The Spanish on the starboard side, the British on the port. Both were closing fast, eager to trap The Black Pearl between their guns.
"Ohhh, I see what they're trying to do," Edward muttered, staggering toward the mast in that drunken sway that was half act, half rhythm. He spun and spread his arms dramatically. "They're boxing us in. Clever. But unfortunately for them, I'm the only one allowed to cheat."
Before anyone could question him, he grabbed a coil of rope hanging from the mast, wrapped it loosely around his wrist, and hurled himself over the side of the ship.
"Father!" Diana yelled, though her grin showed she knew what he was up to.
The crew gasped, rushing to the railing. For a moment Edward disappeared, swallowed by sea spray and smoke. Then like a ghost, he swung back up on the rope, boots smacking the side of the hull, and launched himself onto the bowsprit.
He wobbled precariously, hat tilting, beads jingling in his hair. "Ta-da!" he announced with a bow, nearly tumbling into the water again. "Graceful as a swan!"
A cannonball exploded just yards away, soaking him from head to toe. He blinked, spat out seawater, then turned toward the Spanish flagship, cupping his hands around his mouth.
"¡Olé! You call that aim? I've seen drunken sailors toss chamber pots with more precision!"
The Spaniards roared back in fury, ordering their cannons to fire. Edward, however, had already grabbed another rope dangling from the rigging. He swung wildly back across the deck, narrowly avoiding the crew as cannonballs shrieked overhead.
"Father!" Diana shouted, clapping her hands in delight. "Do it again!"
"Oh, I fully intend to," Edward replied, bowing mid-swing.
Another volley of shots thundered from the Spaniards, but this time Edward had maneuvered the Pearl just enough that the cannonballs overshot and slammed directly into the advancing British ships.
The British decks erupted in chaos, sails tearing and masts cracking. Shouts of anger and confusion carried across the water.
Diana burst out laughing. "You tricked them into hitting each other!"
Edward landed back on deck with a wobble, swaying as though he might collapse at any second. Instead, he straightened, twirling his hands with exaggerated flourish.
"Ladies and gentlemen, observe the subtle art of persuasion. When diplomacy fails, one must encourage others to shoot one another instead of you. Works every time."
The crew cheered despite themselves, half in relief and half because their Captain's madness seemed to be working.
The Spaniards, realizing their mistake, screamed insults across the waves. The British returned them in kind, both sides accusing the other of treachery. Within moments, the two navies were exchanging fire, completely forgetting about The Black Pearl.
Edward staggered back to the wheel, dusted off his coat, and spun it casually. "And now," he said, adjusting his hat at a rakish angle, "we exit, stage left."
Diana saluted with her sword. "Aye aye, Captain Jack Sparrow!"
The crew, still dumbstruck by what they'd just witnessed, hurried to obey. The Pearl's sails unfurled, catching the wind. The ship surged forward, slipping through the chaos of battle as the British and Spanish tore each other apart.
He waved as they left and shouted." Remember lads, today's the day, that you almost caught..." A sudden wave drenched him, interrupting mid speech. Edward spat out the seawater and grumbled. " Captain Jack Sparrow." Diana almost fell of the ship laughing.
Edward steered with one hand, balancing a bottle of rum in the other that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He took a swig, then offered it to Diana.
She sniffed it, wrinkled her nose, and passed it back. "That stuff tastes awful."
Edward shrugged and drank deeply. "Acquired taste, darling. You'll get there."
Behind them, the thunder of naval warfare echoed across the sea. But ahead, the horizon was open and free.
Edward spread his arms dramatically once more. "And thus, we sail into legend!"
Diana laughed, pointing toward the horizon copying Edward's pose. "Onward, beyond the horizon!"
The crew groaned in unison, but none dared complain. The Captain was a maniac, but his daughter was the true tyrant. Still... She's a sight for sore eyes in these seas.
*****
It was said across every port tavern, from the bustling harbors of Port Royal to the hidden coves of the Bahamas, that Captain Jack Sparrow and his daughter Diana Bonnie were a true menace upon the seas. Their names were whispered with both fear and admiration.
Between the years 1700 and 1720, their fleet had plundered hundreds of ships, carrying away more than ten million pounds worth of goods.
Merchants cursed their names. Governors swore to hang them. The British East India Company, once thought untouchable, nearly went bankrupt because of their endless raids.
Yet to many sailors and dispossessed men, Jack Sparrow was not a villain but a figure of legend. A man who laughed in the face of kings, who drank his rum with the ease of water, and who carried a chaotic charm that made even enemies pause.
His daughter, Diana Bonnie, was feared and revered in equal measure. The pirates called her the "Bloody Angel."
"Bloody," for the merciless way she fought, blades flashing red across the deck as enemies fell. "Angel," for her beauty, which disarmed many before her sword ever did.
She was her father's equal in every way—quick, clever, fearless.
Together, they had revived Nassau, breathing new life into the pirate republic, uniting rogues who once fought each other into a single banner under the so-called Pirate King.
But around 1720, the seas grew silent. The Sparrow name vanished from the waters. No ship, no flag, no raid. Rumors swirled like storms: some said they had discovered a treasure beyond imagination and retired. Others claimed the navy caught them and buried their bones beneath the waves. None knew for sure.
A Year later, Jack Sparrow resurfaced. Not in triumph, but in solitude, found near Charlestown, drunk and alone. Captured by the navy, he was shipped to London for public execution.
The announcement spread quickly. By the day of his hanging, London's great square was filled to bursting. Merchants who had once been robbed came to watch vengeance. Common folk came for spectacle. Pirates in disguise mingled in the crowd, curious to see if the legend truly would fall.
When Jack was finally brought out, shackled in iron, the crowd erupted. Some jeered, others cheered.
But Jack Sparrow, as always, walked as though he were arriving at a grand party rather than the gallows. He gave a rattling wave with his chains and called out in a voice that carried over the roar:
"Good day to you kind folks! Nice day for an execution, innit?"
The absurd cheer in his tone drew laughter from the very people who had come to see him die. He wobbled forward, swaying in that familiar drunken gait.
upon reaching the guillotine, he blew on the blade as though dusting it off, then spat on the stained wood where blood from a previous victim lingered.
"Honestly," he muttered with exaggerated disgust, wiping it with his sleeve. "You lot have no care about hygiene!"
Laughter burst from the front rows. Even the soldiers keeping guard bit back grins. For all his crimes, Jack Sparrow had never been known to slaughter innocents.
In fact, tales told how he sometimes fought against the cruelest pirates, men like Blackbeard or Charles Vane. freeing captives and even giving coin to the poor when his loot overflowed. He was a pirate, yes, but one who followed his own strange code.
The executioner gripped his shoulder, forcing him to kneel. The wooden frame creaked as his neck was placed in the hole. The judge raised his hand, ready to give the order. But before the signal fell, a voice rang from the crowd.
"Oi! Pirate King!"
Jack tilted his head slightly, peering toward the sound with one dark eye.
"You've plundered more treasure than any man alive! Where is it, eh? Where's your treasure?"
At once, a murmur swept through the square. Heads turned. Men and women leaned forward, their curiosity catching fire. For all his notoriety, no one had ever found Sparrow's riches. Every soul present suddenly wanted to hear his answer.
Jack's lips curled into that familiar mischievous grin. He lifted his head, despite the wooden brace pressing down on him, and let out a laugh. Not a nervous laugh, not a bitter one, but a loud, hearty roar that echoed across the courtyard.
"Rahahaha! You want my treasures?"
The question alone set the crowd to shouting.
Jack took a breath, as though savoring the moment, and then shouted with all the strength in his lungs:
"All my treasures, I have left out there—in the seas! All in one place! In One Piece! Go on the seas, find it! It's waiting for whoever finds it. Rahahaha!"
The square erupted into chaos. People gasped, shouted, screamed.
"Holy shit! The treasure of the Pirate King is real?"
"Did he just say all of it is out there?"
"An entire nation could be built with that kind of wealth!"
"Mom, Dad! Your son's going out to sea to be a pirate!"
"Honey, watch the kids! I'm just going to get some milk!"
"Forget school! I'm going to be a pirate!"
Excitement swept the people like a storm. Even men who had never touched saltwater felt their blood stir. The very idea of Sparrow's "one piece" of treasure ignited the kind of adventurous madness kingdoms feared.
The executioner himself leaned close, voice dropping to a whisper. "Hey… brother… uh… can you give me a hint? I'll be gentle when I chop yer head."
Jack smirked, eyes twinkling. "Here's a goodbye poem for you folks. About a friend of mine who got the same fate as me."
The crowd hushed. Jack Sparrow, for the first time, wore a serious look. His voice lowered, yet carried clear as a bell:
"Remember, remember, the 5th of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I know not for what reason,
The gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!"
The judge blanched, waving his hand furiously. "Enough! Execute him, now!"
The executioner hesitated, but at the sharp order, pulled the lever.
The blade dropped.
The crowd gasped as it struck his neck—yet there was no blood. Instead, Jack's body shimmered, breaking apart into fragments of glowing light. His voice rang out one final time, booming over the panic, filled with laughter:
"THE ONE PIECE IS REAL!"
The square descended into chaos. Some screamed sorcery. Others fell to their knees in awe. Merchants argued wildly about what his words meant. Scholars speculated about divine intervention. Sailors grinned madly, already planning their next voyage.
But Jack Sparrow was gone. Not dead, not buried, gone.
Even centuries later, the tale remained unsolved. Some said it was magic, others a trick of gods. Nobody could say why he vanished that way, nor whether the treasure he spoke of truly existed. But one truth endured: his last words had lit a fire that never went out.
To this day, sailors still chase it, the dream of the Pirate King's treasure. The seas are filled with those willing to risk everything, for the promise of Sparrow's "one piece."
And thus, the legend lived on.
*****
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