🌊 Caribbean 🌊

(WARNING: VERY GORY STORIES)

Even before he was born, Caribbean was wrong. His mother was a seawing and her husband being a mudwing. By all accounts he should have been a hybrid. Why wasn’t he? His mother had an affair with another seawing and he was the result. Her husband was not a forgiving dragon. He was ‘king’ of a small raiding village not far from Port Seafoam. They would ransack smaller towns and destroy all they could. And this betrayal from his wife? He would not stand for it. He had her killed, her head severed and put on a pike. There she remained for the rest of Caribbean’s childhood.

Caribbean was nothing more than evidence of her adultery to his father. Even as a newborn dragonet he was beat, his eye never not black, his arm never not broken, his scales never not bruised and bloody. By age two, most dragonets should by all means have at least have some contact with the outside world, a friend, a crush, anything. Unfortunately for him, any dragon who so much as looked at him with kind eyes were quickly removed by either banishment or decapitation. When he was old enough to do ‘real mans work’ (which his father decided was at age three) he was sent on suicide missions. “Go wrestle that shark with only your tail”, “drink this bottle of poison”, and the like. 

There comes a time in every dragons life where they should leave home. Unfortunately that time had came and passed for Caribbean. He was now in his early teens and still hadn’t escaped from his father. Well maybe it was the permanent threat of death if he tried to escape. Friends were nonexistent in his life. He was not brainwashed into thinking his father loved him either. He knew where he stood. He would always be two wrong or right steps away from death. His luck only began to change when he met his very first friend Koi. The smaller dragonet was often picked on in the Port he lived near and would often smile at Cari or say good morning when no one was looking or listening. During one of these bullying situations, one of the older dragonets had taken out a knife, threatening Koi with their life. He had grown this nasty habit of snapping every now and then. And this just so happened to be the unfortunate blunt of his anger. He killed them, ripping their throats out, taking their heads and throwing their bodies into the sea. He ran from Koi at the time, not able to make eye contact with the dragonet conflicted with feelings or gruesome horror and thankfulness. When Cari returned ‘home’ he threw the heads at his father, defying him openly for the first time in his life.

“Don’t you love me now? Look, I kill just like you.”

His father would never admit it but his son had begun to scare him. This was the first time he had brought the severed heads of his kill home. Anything he ate he would decapitate and throw to his father. His father would wake up with fish heads on his pillow, be served goat heads for dinner, see his ‘throne’ filled with the head of one of his guards. Finally Cari realized, what point was there in staying like this? The last bit of connection he had with his father severed, there was no reason in his mind to why he still needed the old mudwing around anymore. Caribbean killed his father and stuck his head on the pike his mother’s head had stayed for 13 years. He buried her head and for the first time in his life, there was no one to stop him  

There was one dragon who could help him. Throughout his life he had seen her, sometimes even spoke to her in quick bursts. Her name was Roman, a sandwing that lived in the port. She would double as both a magic artifact seller and as a psychiatrist. She took him in and tried to help him. He was out of his element. He no longer had to fight to survive. This woman loved him and took care of him. He was.. happy.

He had never been that before. He made friends, fell in love, everything he wanted to do before. Learning about the legendary pirates that set sail from the very Port they lived in, he had an intense desire to try his luck on the sea, to get a group of trusted friends upon the ship and live life to the most. His best friend, the dragon who Cari owed everything to (weither they agreed or not), Koi was the first to come with him. Varden, a mud/manta hybrid, Buttercup, a mudwing, Coastline, a sea/sand, and Hoimon, a nightwing on the run were the first to join his crew. Now he was never not smiling, never taking what he had for granted. And when trouble arised, I mean, what’s a few severed heads not going to fix? They named their ship The Salty Sillynanny (a ship they stole from a seawing named Captain Trout) and took off into the sunset, doing whatever they wanted. He became known as a pirate, his charm and confident nature saving his life more than a few times. He was feared on the ocean for mainly how he took care of possible mutinies. As soon as he heard a single rumor about it, dead. Head on a pike. Not only did he have the most loyal crew in the world, they always had chum for the water!

And that’s how Caribbean came to be!

Man, if only Caribbean killed this guy faster! His father was a terrible, horrible man who tried to kill him every day. Caribbean’s best dreams are when he kills his father over and over again.

His father Buffalo was a mudwing madman, calling himself king of his raiding group which at first consisted of his siblings but during an accident where they were killed he banded with any lowlife he could find in the mud kingdom. He held control of several small towns before meeting Reed who he married. He planned on settling down with her and having an egg before the whole Caribbean thing. 

Now he shall be remembered as a well deserved dead asshole.

Roman is a enchanting, beautiful sandwing. Or at least she was one in her youth. Her long and commanding figure is heavily respected in the Port where she made her home. She took Caribbean in after he killed his father and helped him figure out what he needed to do to better his life. She is the sweetest dragon in the world.

She grew up fine but understood the suffering of others. Her life had two loving mothers and a well behaved little sister. She helped many orphans in many hard places but Caribbean was definitely the hardest case of them all.

Caribbean still visits her all the time, sometimes asking for money or the like. She has since moved away from her town and lives on a small island which Caribbean visits often.

Man they really do be the best friend Cari could have ever had during his childhood. Once he was free from the bondage of his father, Koi was the one to teach him what fun was, introducing him to the world basically. There was no where Koi could go where Cari wouldn’t follow them to the ends of the earth and the same went likewise.