The seven seas were haunted—at least, that's what everyone said. Beneath the glistening moon, embraced by the darkness of night, the Ghost Pirate Eitenne sailed his ship, the Black Dragon, with his crew of the dead. His name was whispered in fear, by nobles and thieves alike.
Some claimed the sea was cursed, haunted by a vengeful spirit that devoured anyone who crossed paths with the Black Dragon and its immortal crew. Others believed him to be a demigod, guarding the waters from human greed. To some, he was a ruthless monster who would kill without hesitation, punishing those who so much as met his gaze. And to the most superstitious, he was no mere pirate, but a demon who had ascended from the underworld itself to command the sea at his whim.
The tales were endless, shifting and distorting the farther one ventured. But no one had ever truly seen the Black Dragon, nor laid eyes on the Ghost Pirate. He existed only in legend—feared by some, dismissed by others, but spoken of by all.
No one truly knew that this ruthless monster— a demigod, a demon— however one wished to address him, was living breathing human with the same blood as every other mortal on this earth, yet he was, by no means ordinary. This man had escaped the inevitable fate of human life; a common end for everyone: Death.
Centuries ago when Eitenne craved for strength and power, everything to him seemed insignificant-- even his own heart. So when he came across a sorcerer from the Ghost city, he didn't hesitate to strike a bargain. In exchange of unimaginable strength, he gave away the very thing that made him human: his heart.
He ventured the seas, learning every crack and crevices of the waters at palm of his hands. He looted countless ships and brought many to their demise with his own two hands. Power. Fear. That was what he wanted all along. And he had it. Emerging as a legend among the sailers at first, then among those on the land— he had made quite a name for himself over the years.
Soon enough, Even the legend grow tired. Eitenne had everything and the possession of everything this world had to offer made things...dull. That was it, he was bored. This eternal life— once his greatest desire, was starting to feel like a curse rather than a blessing. He had no purpose anymore, he had achieved everything that was their to achieve.
Now the only thing he desired was the same thing he had cast away centuries ago.
Eitenne wanted his heart back so he could extinguish this endless life which had nothing to offer him anymore.