Name: Roy
Alias: N/A
Age: 20
Occupation: Pirate
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Dreams
Roy grew up on Outset Island, living with his mother who was a fisherwoman. While he had early childhood memories of his father, who his mom claimed was a seafaring explorer, a rift formed between the two until his father’s visits became sparse. One day, Roy was informed by his mother that his father had been lost at sea.
Attempts to talk about his father, to learn more about him, to try and process his grief, fell on deaf ears. His mother refused to talk about him, only saying he was a fool that chose the sea over her. All Roy had to remember him by were the stories his father told him of his voyages. Of deadly duels with ferocious pirates, hare-brained escape plans from deadly foes, and fights to the finish with gigantic beasts of the sea. Those stories stayed with him long after losing his father, and continued to compel him to want to know more.
While snooping in his father’s study, a place his mother had forbade him to go, he would come across a map. A real treasure map!
Leading to what they had called the “Paradise” of Captain Drakage.
This must have been the treasure that his father was after before he disappeared! Spurred with an explorer’s spirit he had never thought himself to have, Roy tried to reason with his mother to allow him to try to find this tresure. But his mother was furious at him for disobeying her, and even moreso at the prospect of him abandoning her. And so, he was locked up in his room for a month as punishment. Why didn’t he escape, as any aspiring squashbuckler would?
Reality
Well, probably the fact he was sickly. Very sick. He had been born with a condition that made it hard for him to do much, and he was guaranteed a very short life. Despite his height, he had spent his life very frail, his father’s stories the only solace he had from the reality of his condition. He had done his best to learn to tend to the nets, cook for his mother, ensure her essentials were packed for her fishing runs, and kept the house clean for when she came back. But he could never join her in catching fish, for he lacked the strength to reel one in. And the cold of the water would surely end him if he fell in. At best, he could only watch from shore, away from the water’s edge. Unfit for his father’s lifestyle and his mother’s.
So he wasn’t breaking down any doors or climbing out any windows. But painstakingly learning to knit despite his weak his body was, gave him one idea. Using one of his sowing tools to pick the lock, he managed to sneak his way out one night.
However, his mother was awake. Hearing her coming, he could only think to hide where she wouldn’t go — his father’s study. While hiding inside, he would accidentally knock over and take hold of a strange fruit, with a note on the desk nearby only saying…
“Fruit Of Din. Do not eat. Still needs more research.”
Unfortunately, he didn’t see that. And then came the ear-splitting shriek of a mother who just discovered her son’s room empty.
The shock of that sent the fruit down his throat.
It was within seconds that he realized something was wrong. He could no longer hear his breath with each step, he could no longer hear his heartbeat when he stood still, and when he rose to find a new hiding place, he realized he no longer walked with a hunch or a limp. His long-struggling vision had faded and he suddenly saw the room with far more clarity than he had ever seen anything. For the first time, he could see from one end of the study to the other, and there he took notice of all the notes around the desk where he had knocked over the fruit. Covered in small-print notes that he wouldn’t have dreamed of being able to read before.
Curiosity overrode his panic as he snuck a peek…
His father had been researching the fruit’s effects and how they might work in curing illnesses. That was when he noticed that the notes were far more recent, the ink only just starting to fade. While the map he’d found had been covered in dust, like it hadn’t been touched in years. With all the old notes around the map, it was clear that it was important, the enthusiasm in the writings indicating this was the most important find of his life. So why then, had he abandoned it?
Further investigation found notes telling of why — the fruit was for Roy. His father had abandoned the biggest discovery of his life in search of answers to if the fruit could save his son. How many of his father’s voyages had been in search of this fruit, and in learning more about it? How much had he sacrificed for it, to where his mother refused to even speak of him?
He wasn’t able to look further, as his mother soon burst in. Of course she was livid, she thought her sickly child was about to try and take a boat off the island. Which to be fair, was exactly what he had been intending to do. Even if it would only last a short while, he had been intent on living his dreams for what little time he had left. So without giving him a chancs to explain what was happening, she tried to nudge him back to his room. But he didn’t budge. Even angrier, she got more forceful. Budged a little. Enough to knock into a table, which to her horror, resulted in him accidentally ripping a quarter of the table off while trying to push himself back up.
All was forgiven for now since rushing him to a doctor took priority. Extensive examination and testing said it all, he was seemingly cured. Not just cured, but perfectly healthy and then some. The Din Fruit had granted him the strength of a thousand men, and his body’s condition was well beyond that of a typical Hylian. However, one aspect of his condition remained, a side effect of the fruit perhaps. He still couldn’t handle the cold.
Regardless, he and his mother were overjoyed. But even with a second chance at life, Roy still sought to see where his father’s map had led. But his mother begged him to stay, pleading that he not leave her as his father did. Unable to stomach hurting her, he stayed for a time. He was finally able to fish with his mother, and explore the island beyond limping up and down the path as he had for years. Able to meet islanders that he had never even seen before after being stuck in his lane for so long. In time, his herculean strength made him one of Outset’s most impressive fishermen, able to hook fishly beasts that none would have dared take on. As his muscles worked and his appetite grew, the boy who was once a sickly pile of bones had grown into a hulking mass of man.
On his spare time however, he took to going through his father’s notes regarding the treasure map. It talked of some kind of paradise for pirates, was there some kind of amazing treasure there that his father had sought? The journal entries and notes stopped around the same date that the entries for the fruit had begun to increase in number. It seemed that actually finding the fruit itself had led his father to abandon his ambitions for the discovery of a lifetime, and he had dedicated the last of his days to finding out as much as he could. For Roy’s sake.
In the end, his mind was made up. He was intent on sailing the seas and finishing what his father had started. His mother pleaded again, but this time he would not relent. His father had given him a real chance in life, and he intended to repay it by fulfilling his father’s final voyage in his stead.
The Sea
So it was that he took a supply of provisions, borrowed a small boat, said his goodbyes and made for the open seas. He wrote to his mother every here and there to ensure she knew he was ok, of course. In time, he arrived on Windfall Island and took work as a mercenary seasman. Doing jobs for any vessel captain willing to pay for strong hands and stronger wills. After all, he needed funds and experience if he was to one day captain a ship and voyage out in search of his father’s dream. On one of these voyages, Roy hit it off with a young woman that was being escorted back to Windfall. Very well, in fact. When they arrived back to shore, Roy was escorted back to her chambers for a night of passion. That is, until her husband stormed in. Her husband being a much older local lord whom she had been married to through arrangement. Taking his rage out on Roy, he was arrested on trumped up charges, tortured and imprisoned. Could he have gotten out at anytime? Perhaps, but Roy was a good boy who didn’t want to hurt anybody.
A few pirates who had been separated from their crew and imprisoned took pity on him and offered to include him in their escape plan. While he did use his strength to aid in setting up their plan, he decided to stay behind and serve his sentence. The lord would show up then, having heard tale of the boy’s strength, and offered him a plea deal. In exchange for his freedom, he was to serve in the lord’s personal navy unit until his debt to society was paid. A deal that Roy took.
For a few months, this worked well enough for the lord. At least, until on one assignment being carried out by the lord himself, they were beset upon by pirates. The same pirates, it turns out, that he had helped escape all those months ago.
Roy engaged the pirates’ captain, a woman named Yunna. Until Yunna bade that he check the cargo. While he managed to fend her off for the time being, his conscience convinced him to follow her request. And it was there that he found the truth — the lord’s cargo was people. People that had slighted him, who had been kidnapped from their beds and thrown in cages. All to be sold in a far off land where they would never be seen again.
To say this was a crisis of faith for Roy was an understatement, but ultimately, he chose his principals, damn the price. Roy joined up with Yunna’s pirates and sank the lord’s ship, freeing the imprisoned in the process. Now branded a pirate and a criminal, Roy had nowhere else to go but piracy.
In time he shared with Yunna his dreams of finding the treasure his father sought. And perhaps one day, they would make that dream a reality. Of course, hardship was still to be had, after all but Yunna and Roy were wiped out in an attack.
