As Clint reached Orange town, he couldn't help but smile. The last time he had come, he looked very different. He currently had blonde hair, instead of the red he use to have. While he looked a bit similar, most people wouldn't recognize him so easily. After all, the last time he was here he didn't cause much of a havoc; and he didn't plan to now.
While he walked through the busy docks of the little down he heard his name being called. "CLINT D. SAGLANDO? ANYONE HERE BY THAT NAME? I HAVE A LETTER FOR WHOM EVER THAT MIGHT BE." Clint smiled and walked up to the man. He grinned and said, "Yes, I am Clint. If you mind giving me that letter that would be great." Clint took the letter from the man's hand and began to read it.
- "Dear Clint,
It is your mother writing you this letter now and I would like to inform you of a tragedy that has happened. As pirates, we were captured by Marines right while we were entering the Paradise. Your father, as the brave and courageous man he was, saved us and gave his life for our well-being. We ran away, but he stayed and died while fending off all the marines. It has been a week since his death, and I regret to inform you of it. Please be safe Clint... Please..
- Signed, Your Mother."
What could Clint do... nothing... He loved his father. Even though he never took his last name, instead he was born with his mothers. Saglando, was his mother's last name and she was the one that named him Clint at birth. He loved his mother, but not as much as his father. Clint looked up to his father, not only did he look up to him but he aspired to be like him.
As Clint stood there, in the middle of the docks of Orange Town. Many different emotions flowed through him. Anger, hatred, regret... All things that made him want to go berserk. Clint could never really control himself, and he couldn't at a time like this... While Clint was thinking, the man who gave him the letter responded.
"Umm... what was your name again?" Clint eyes began to water as he said the name, "William D. Young..."
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