I had always thought that Pyke is one of those champions without much story in his lore; therefore i had written a lore or a story for Pyke, i tried to send it to the League of Legends dev but i could not get their contact so it's whatever. Comment the champion you want to see more stories for, i might write them. Now, grab some snacks and enjoy.

“Howdy,” said the Captain, “how’s yah day, my man Pyke?”

Pyke took the cigarette out of his mouth, turned his head and blew the smoke at the Captain's face. The Captain’s smile went stiff; however, he held his fist tight, holding the urge to punch Pyke. Overall, he did pay an entire bag of golden krakens to get Pyke, if he gets Pyke irritated, he would probably not get his money worth in this hunt and potentially lose his head.
Pyke had always hated paying lip-service to anyone.
Pyke had always been known as the best harpooner gold could ever buy, but he had never liked the job. Fetid sailors and arduous work, the only reason that he was even on the boat to hunt the giant sea monsters was that he needed money, more than what he earned before on the Blood Harbour, more than just a few copper than rattles when he walk, he was always hungry for more.
“There it is!” screamed a muscular person with tattoos on his face, “Pyke, it is your time to shine.”
A huge whale-like creature with sharp scales the size of bar counters suddenly appeared on the water surface like a dark blue island. Pyke smirked, spat the cigarette butt at the person’s face and said, “Shut your mouth and get the rope.” He gripped tightly to the harpoon, the harpoon that most would have considered being: cheap, unreliable and rough; nevertheless, it was the only harpoon Pyke would use, the only one that he felt familiar. Pyke deeply understood by heart that this hunt would easily let him retire for once and for all. The liquid produced by the jaull-fish was highly luxurious. He looked over at the Captain, this fatuous old man was wiping a silver pocket knife with a dirty cloth, not sure if it was cleaning the knife or getting it dirtier. This Captain was not very experienced, he was one of the inept foreigners. Pyke would have never gone out with this Captain if it was not the mammoth bag of golden krakens, this Captain was too inexperienced and too greedy.
Pyke leapt forward with three harpoons and a coarse and cheap rope tied around his waist, crashing down on the jaull-fish’s back, stabbing the harpoon deeply into the jaull fish’s back. After he stabbed two harpoons onto the beast’s back, he pierced one of its eyes with the third harpoon while the crew on the ship screamed in disagreement. The kraken opened its mouth wide, meanwhile almost tipping over the ship by whipping its tail around.
He could sense that this beast was angrier than any other sea creatures that he had hunted. He could not care less, it was genuinely not important to Pyke if it was angry or not, they would be dead regardless. He put his hand up, signalling the screw that he was about to go in the mouth. He smiled back at the terrified faces of the crew, “these cowards,” he said to himself. He jumped into the mouth of the kraken, multiple rows of honed teeth with size of butcher knives almost cut him in the stomach, a lust of blood overwhelmed him, his mind was filled with excitement. He wrapped the rope around his hand to secure himself while collecting the liquid with small flasks that the captain gave him. “What a miser this old man is” thought Pyke, “Wouldn’t even get metal flask instead of glass ones.” He tried to scoop the blue liquid as steady as possible in the mouth of the monster as the beast shook its head and throwing Pyke around in his mouth.
All of a sudden, the beast dived down into the water. Pyke was not prepared; he immediately pulled the rope to gesture the crew to pull him up. It was not long until he realised the rope felt extremely light. A misgiving feeling grew in his heart, stronger and stronger as he pulled the rope. Eventually, the entire rope was pulled into the jaull-fish’s mouth, there was nothing holding the rope on the other side, the crew had cut off the rope.

"I want to watch the world drown."