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Old 03-25-2007, 10:59 PM
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“Man overboard!”

The angry sea tossed the large fishing boat, its waves crashing against it and spilling into the sides, making the tough wooden deck slick. The few pots—large cages holding bait within them—that had been pulled onto the boat were sliding against each other. Feet narrowly missed coiling ropes that were growing tauter as the boat Fury was being smashed to the side by the wild force of the waves and gales. Fierce winds howled like a dying animals as they whipped the hoods off of the fisherman, two of whom were leaning over the edge of the boat, crying out.

“Charlie! Can you hear us, Charlie?”

“Oh, God, where did he go...?”

A sturdy-looking man stepped onto the deck, waving a large hand. “Don’t stay out there; get to safety! We can look for him when the storm’s over!” The captain had a fierce expression; his copper-brown eyes had an almost fiery look. The two fishermen ran over, drenched by the waves of salty water falling upon them. One, a younger greenhorn with sodden blonde hair, protested loudly.

“He’ll be dead by the time the storm’s passed!” he shouted.

His companion set his jaw grimly and stepped aside, leaving the captain to control the matter. “This is a dangerous job, Luke. You should’ve known that before we hired you,” he growled in a gruff but reasonably calm voice. “People die out here. Charlie’s gone, and you have to realize that. Come on—” He cut himself off as another wall of water suddenly crumbled and slammed into the boat, snapping the wooden deck. The pots rattled as they slid toward the men.

A scream of agony exploded from the mouth of the other fisherman as the hefty cage slammed into his leg, making a crack resound across the storm. He fell to his knees and clutched his leg, sobbing from pain. The captain started to run to his aid, but the storm continued to make the ocean churn. He tripped suddenly as the Fury shifted almost onto its side, and more water poured into it. Before any of the men could do anything, the large fishing boat slammed across a sharp rock sticking out from the shore.

Water poured into a gaping hole instantly. The fishing boat began to sink.

With one man probably dead and another seriously injured, the captain knew that not a lot could be done. He knelt next to his friend’s side with a heavy frown, looking up at the black sky and praying for an escape.

Luke meanwhile was swept off of his feet as he slipped on a slick area of the deck. He gasped in surprise as his back hit the rail, yet nothing could save him from toppling over into the salty sea. His head finally broke the surface, and he floundered in the water, creating a few weak waves of his own. The man finally managed to grasp the rock that had initially torn a hole into the side of the boat. He pulled himself on top of it, turning around to see the boat sinking on its side. The captain had his hand firmly on the other fisherman’s shoulder, and as he recognized the greenhorn he managed to smile slightly. At least one of them would survive.

Luke’s sharp, clear blue eyes calculated the distance between the rock he was holding on to for dear life and the desolate, brown shore. He watched the boat sink deeper into the ocean, his heart sinking along with it, and finally kicked out for shore. Several thoughts raced through his mind. He was the only survivor of the Fury. He’d have to bring news of his friends’ deaths back to the others at the base in Olivine City. However, both men had no families still alive. Charlie, however, had a wife and a ten-year-old son. Luke knew that several hearts would break if he could reach the shore and strike out for Olivine...

The greenhorn swam, gasping for breath as salty water sloshed at his face, reasonably calm as the storm passed on. He let the shining ray coming from the Lighthouse be his guide...

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Old 03-27-2007, 11:14 AM
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Pale morning sunlight shone through the windows of a small bedroom, falling on the shape lying on the queen-sized bed. The teenager opened his eyes, and they squinted as the light fell on them; they looked like slits of dark sapphire against his pale complexion. He pushed the thin blue covers off of him with a hardly stifled yawn, swung his bare feet off of the bed, and stepped onto the greyish carpet. Still half-asleep, he ambled toward the long hallway with bare white walls. Turning left at the end, he came to the bathroom and glanced into the mirror. Wordlessly, the sixteen-year-old squeezed gel onto his palm and styled his brunette hair into messy spikes.

“Chaz?” a female voice called out. “Your friend is here to see you… You were going to train, remember?”

The boy’s eyes widened a touch in realization. He ran back into his room, stumbled into his jeans, and was trying to pull a black T-shirt over his head when his bedroom door opened. His vision was blocked by dark fabric as he attempted to push his head through. Firm hands shoved him back and yanked his shirt down, scratching his nose in the process as the collar jerked down it. He grinned sheepishly as the person suddenly came into view. It was a girl, with brown, blonde-streaked hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Her green eyes narrowed at him yet held traces of laughter. She was dressed in tattered jeans and a grey sweatshirt.

He finally managed to speak. “Hey, Rebecca… Why didn’t you wait at the front door?”

The girl, who was a little younger and shorter than him, smirked. “Your mom let me come in. I figured you’d take forever. I had no doubt you had just woken up, were still half asleep, and had forgotten about our training session.”

Chaz couldn’t help but smirk. She knew him too well.

“So, are we going or not?” Rebecca asked forcefully, jerking him out of his thoughts.

He threw her a mock salute and cried, “Yes, ma’am!”

As the girl left, attempting to muffle her laugh, Chaz’s pale hand reached out to his light-colored wooden desk. It grasped some loose-leaf paper, a grey mechanical pencil, and lastly a half red and half white ball. He smiled at the sphere and slipped it into his pocket before dashing out of his door.


Chaz stumbled back against the wall from the impact with a grunt of surprise. He looked to see who he ran into and scowled. It was a man with a hardened face, cool blue eyes, and blonde hair. Both stared at each other for a moment before the man finally broke the tension with a smile. “Good morning.”

“Morning, Luke,” the boy growled back.

At this point, Luke’s face darkened with hurt and frustration. A woman a little older than him stepped into the space before the front door, setting down a brush she had been brushing her dark hair with previously. She smiled warmly at her son, yet her eyes held a tired and warning look as she put one arm around Luke’s waist.

After her husband had died, Chaz’s mother had eventually remarried to Luke, who had been a family friend from before the boy was born. Chaz wasn’t fond of her choice; the man had, after all, brought the news of his dad’s death when he was ten. In a way, Chaz still blamed him for the whole ordeal.

The teen gave Luke a tight nod and muttered, “I’m going to train with Rebecca. I’ll se you when you get home.” He turned right and darted out of the front door without any other comment.

When he had left, Luke sighed in fatigue. As his wife hugged him comfortingly, he shook his head and murmured, “I wish he would get used to me… I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.”

She stretched up to kiss him, whispering against his lips, “He still misses his father.”


Chaz’s dirty, once-white tennis shoes pounded on the hot sidewalk as the wind through his hair, cooling the warm spring morning. There was a road to his left and a green slope to his right that led to the rest of the town. He started west into the city and toward the dark smudge of trees beyond, knowing that Rebecca would be waiting at the edge of the forest.

He passed a dark, wooden hut with piles of chopped logs stacked at its side. A grizzled man waved at him briefly, and a brown, duck-like creature stuffed the leek it held tucked against a wing into its mouth in order to do the same. Chaz nodded and quickened his pace, staring straight ahead. He could see the humble, relatively square form of the gatehouse sitting at the entrance to the forest. As he ran, however, he forgot once again to look where he was going.

The teenager found himself on bruised knees quite abruptly. Shaking his head, he turned to see what he had tripped over. A small and plump pink Pokémon stared back at him with wide, blank eyes. It waved its white-tipped tail leisurely, as if in greeting, before dropping its head. The Slowpoke’s short, light tan muzzle rested on the ground as it gave an apologetic yawn.

An outburst of giggles came from behind the boy. Chaz stood up with a groan of pain and frustration that he’d been seen. He found himself looking into bright emerald eyes. Rebecca held her sides in laughter, managing to gasp, “You tripped over a Slowpoke!”

“That’s not uncommon in Azalea,” Chaz muttered, but his friend’s laughter drowned his voice out.

“C’mon,” the girl said finally, surprising him by grabbing his hand to pull him along. “I’ll keep watch for those pink things so you don’t kill yourself.”

She’s in an unusually good mood, he thought with a frown. I guess by making a fool of myself, I’ve brightened up her day…

She jerked him along, and her blonde-streaked hair flew back into his face. He caught the scent of shampoo and flowers when a few strands tickled his nose. As he held back a sneeze, they reached the forest.

The mottled shades of green and brown provided a warm sense of peace. However, sunlight dappled the shadowy forest floor as it trickled through the thick leaves, creating eerie patterns on the earth. The shapes of large and usually furry insects scrambled out of the way of the two teen as they made their way through the woodlands. They finally came to an area of extremely dense foliage. At that point, Rebecca pulled out a red and white sphere, holding it out toward the trees.

In a beam of light came a distinct, small silhouette. The outline darkened into the shape of a Pokémon. It had sleek, tawny fur with light tan underneath, two tails, and blue fins on its wrists. It smiled as it was released from the Poké Ball. It was a creature not found in Johto but instead far overseas. The Buizel looked up at its trainer for directions eagerly, its two tails wagging slightly.

Smiling at Chaz’s envious expression, Rebecca stared back at the Water-type and ordered, “Use Razor Wind on that foliage. Get us through to the clearing!”

The otter barked and waved its tails frantically, spinning both around to create a whirlwind. It shifted the spinning air to its paws a few moments later. It hurled the sharp wind at the vegetation, which was cut down by the fierce, spinning gusts. A path was cleared soon enough, and the two trainers stepped through into the clearing.

A beam of sunlight shone down on a great wooden structure. Writing was etched into its base’s four sides. The statue of a fairy-like creature was partially covered in moss and cobwebs. It was a part of a very old shrine in the center of the hollow. The boy stayed silent as Rebecca stepped forward and touched the ancient wood. The girl bowed her head, her lips moving soundlessly in a prayer. She was asking for protection from the Guardian of the Ilex Forest as they passed through. At last, she nodded and waved for her friend to move on.

“I love training in the forest,” Rebecca murmured unexpectedly.

Chaz looked at the Buizel, who had a peaceful expression on its face, also. He frowned and muttered a soft agreement before looking up sharply. Something violet was shaking the bushes ahead of them. It suddenly turned with an ear-splitting screech and leapt out into view. Although Rebecca grinned, obviously ready to fight the furry purple insect, Chaz was already hurling out a Poké Ball. He wanted to battle the Venonat, first.

Even as he opened his mouth for a command before the Poké Ball hit the ground, the Venonat shrieked again, leaping forward into the trainer and knocking him down…

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