Chapter 1
I am not of age , I am not of sense , I am not of a continuation of myself. I am the one that decides the parts of me that move forward. Now that you know this , you can know who I am. My name is Lucas , Born in Dallas , Texas , Raised in Kamamura , Japan. I have learned the ways of who I trully am. Not by steriotypes must I live my life as a cowboy.
I learned my own ways of how I am to exist. I live near the beach. My favorite place to be. The soothing sound of the waves as they come an go , the cold breeze that grasp my lips in a soft and mellow touch , the sand in my feet that remind me im somewhere that in the end is everywhere. Think about it , the ocean , it moves miles and miles aways from where i am , it keeps a calm , sometimes aggressive rythim. I feel that my life revolves around the ocean as i will be a part of it one day.
My own self is a need of belief other then the rest. Well enough of my rant on the ocean , back to me. I am simple man of simple taste , I live alone as i find comodity in the lonesome small yet comfy house i have. I lost my mother 2 years ago and my father never fit in the picture.
When my mother died I was destroyed but did not show it. I was overwhelemd with a feeling of numbness. Seeing how my mother a woman so full of life and joy , layed there... Emotionless. My inner child told my mom to wake up , that she couldnt leave like this , But so it was. I accepted the fact that she had gone , but clearly to a better place. I often am reminded of her as she loved the ocean as much or even more then I myself do. She always said that the ocean was "A place where one comes to leave all grief , pain , missery and heartaches for the ocean itself to take to the bottoms of the earth and chain it down never to rise again.". She believed in happiness , always smiling through it all , no matter how much she hurt she would smile , but she always visited the beach , always stayed , staring out into the blue just meditating in the ocean. It was as if she cleansed her soul of all foulness it could have.
She never let me go anywhere sad. Her smile inspired me to many thing. but her love for the ocean inspired me to live next to it. Everyday I come out and breathe the salty air , listen to the waves , calm my nerves and ease the day along with before my mother died , she left me a letter tittled , "the Last". She said "when im gone , open it , read it when you miss me , and read just because!." She was a lovely woman indeed. I am inspired by my mother as she went to be the ocean. From dust we come , to dust we shall return.
I believe my mom swims in the cold yet smooth waters all day and consents those who need it. The ocean is amazing , filled with wonders and dangers alike. I am inspired by the ocean , For I am the Waves , I am the Seas , I take away your pain and embrace you slow , turn your tears to relief and take away all that you dont need. I am the last , I am The Ocean; Now on to the letter as so my mother tittled "the last"

My mothers letter was one that looked as if she wrote it out of old water damaged paper , yet look so simple. It started with a simple "Dear Son" yet the date on it marked 1885 and we are currently in the year 1910 eerie the to the fact that maybe my mother knew what would happen as if she predicted her own fate. Mind boggling as it is i decided to keep reading , the letter went as so :
"Dear son
You must think that now you are all alone and that there is no other place for you to be. Well son you are wrong , remember the long walks we had near the shore and how we would always stare out into the deep blue sea? well son that is your home the ocean will now be your home as it was and forever will be mine. Now son the idea of this letter is to let you feel some comfort in my abscence , but right now I need to let you know what happened to your father." The last sentence of that paragraph let me breathless as if all the air in me had gone. my only thoughts were "could it be? my father? the one man i always thought had just left never left at all?". My head was pounding with ideas and theories of what could have been the fate or even whereabouts of my father , So i decided to keep reading as my mother continued her letter to me. "Son your father never left, he never met you cause..." DAMN i screamed as the papers water damage was right where she explained what really happened with my father. The only part of the letter that got damaged was that only piece of most valuable information ; Yet the letter went on to say " Where your father hid the only things that were ever important to him , I have the keys hidden in the basement of our old house in Kamamura. Son please remember that no matter what you find there , Me and Your Father loved you so that we never let you truly know what really happened to us , why we really moved to Japan in the first place. But soon enough or maybe already you must or will know all the answers in your head.
Love Always,
Mom.

After all this happened , i rushed back to Kamamura down into our old house and searched everywhere until the i read at the back of the letter that said "1890 , Search in the basement for the keys" i almost flew down the stairs as my mind was so eager to find the solution to all my questions. I searched and found the keys inside an old jewelry box my mother had where she would always put her finest jewelry.
The box had a false bottom where she hid the keys and a note that said. "In the eyes of the night might you find what you desire." it was a riddle my mother always said to me before i fell asleep when i was a boy. The idea of "in the eyes of the night" meant in my room at night the light of the moon would come through the window and mark an eye in the floor and mom would sing a lullaby that finished with "in the eyes of the night might you find what you desire".
So I waited , and a long wait it was. Finally night time. I entered my room and waited until the moonlight pointed my direction. In the final wait , my mind was filled with doubt , the doubt of "do i really need or want to know this?" was all i could think about , but as the time grew closer the eye formed in the middle of my room's floor , i broke the wooded part of the floor and found a box a heavier box , locked and look very worned by time.
As I looked for the key to open it i felt a small breeze hug me from the side. I was not afraid of this feeling as i knew i felt it before , it was familiar , like i felt it many times before. In my stumble to remember where i have had the feeling it came to me , "this feeling... its as if im being embraced by the cold yet conforting breeze of the ocean..." Frozen i stood as i just shook of the feeling and opened the box.
The box creeked open i stood frozen again , as there was a picture of my mother and this strange man , the only thing i saw of this man were his eyes , blue eyes , a wonderful gaze. Underneath the picture was some sort of book or diary locked by another key , in the top of the book said , "For you who have searched and waited now all your doubts shall be resolved". I could not help but to feel fear on the back of my mind , just to think that maybe the life my mother gave me was maybe , never her own. Yet i gathered my courage as I opened the book and on its first page it said "A friend can betray you, but an enemy will always stay the same." Signed of with my mother's name and a name of man called Henry Morgan. "my last name is morgan!" i thought to myself. As of now I will reveal the secrets of my mother past and hopefully find out the truth...