03-13-2015, 06:09 PM
Sea, sea, sea, and more sea… Everywhere he looks there lays only the rolling blue waves of the sea. Up above the sun glares down, baking him to a crisp… Above all else, dear lord Michael feels thirsty. His throat’s parched, his mouth is dry, and though there’s water everywhere not a drop can be drunk. Fish do things in there you know. Also salt water isn’t something you should drink.
Michael blinks at the sun glaring overhead, and then looks to his empty hand. He wishes with all his heart he could just… summon a cold drink. Some lemonade, or even just some ice cold water… Yeah, that sounds good… Ice cold water…
The more he thinks about it, and the more he concentrates and yearns with all his heart for a cold drink, the more some sort of rainbow light glimmers in his hand. Could it be? Was he really going to do it…? He kept going, visualizing a glass of cold water in his hands, droplets coating it’s outer surface and one of those fancy little umbrella’s sticking out of it… Soon enough, there it was. Michael can’t believe his eyes. Sitting there in his hand is exactly what he had imagined and hoped for. Michael chugs it immediately.
After finishing his glass, Michael quickly refills it (don’t worry, not with ocean water) and allows Charmander to have some life-giving water as well, which the little fire salamander gulps down greedily. Michael can’t help but feel that whatever he did to make that water isn’t just something he could do for infinity, so he decides to wait until an emergency situation to summon up any water again.
After that, things slow down again. Nothing very eventful happens for another hour or so, although it’s fairly difficult to gauge time with only the sun, and they simply continue riding their little boat to who knows where the sea will take them.
Then Michael spots an Island. He shoots up, confirming that yes that is an actual island he’s seeing on the horizon.
“Laaaaaaaaaand!” Michael shouts out joyfully, rousing a snoozing Charmander with his merry making. He yawns cutely, blinking up towards Michael who was now standing, pointing, and shouting out with glee towards something in the distance. Still squinty eyed and tired after his nap, Charmander turns to look where Michael is pointing. Huh. There was land. Charmander feels happy and all that, but he’s tired, and sleep matters above all else when that’s the case. He curls up and closes his eyes just as Michael finishes rocking the boat in his excitement, scooping his hands through the water in an attempt to move them in the direction they want to go. Thankfully, the two of them are already heading where they need to go. Land is in sight, and they hadn’t starved or thirsted to death on the almost day long journey there. Everything seems to be going their way! Then again, they don’t know about the gyrados that surround this particular island.
Said gyrados quickly make themselves known, erupting from the water directly underneath their small boat and launching them into the air.
Michael screams in terror as he flies through the air, Charmander somehow still asleep as he soars nearby. Regaining his composure somewhat, Michael stops screaming and grabs the unconscious Charmander just in time for a gyrados tail to rise out of the water and slap him out of the air. He hurtles towards the shore of the island, skidding across the sand and coming to a sudden halt as his head collides with an unfortunately robust tree. Michael joins Charmander in his unconsciousness as they lie there on the grass, the small fire type pokémon resting peacefully on Michael’s chest without a scratch on him.
The gyrados then return to their homes beneath the waves, intruders thoroughly punished, and the two intruders are left to their unconsciousness on Cinnabar’s sandy shore.
Michael blinks at the sun glaring overhead, and then looks to his empty hand. He wishes with all his heart he could just… summon a cold drink. Some lemonade, or even just some ice cold water… Yeah, that sounds good… Ice cold water…
The more he thinks about it, and the more he concentrates and yearns with all his heart for a cold drink, the more some sort of rainbow light glimmers in his hand. Could it be? Was he really going to do it…? He kept going, visualizing a glass of cold water in his hands, droplets coating it’s outer surface and one of those fancy little umbrella’s sticking out of it… Soon enough, there it was. Michael can’t believe his eyes. Sitting there in his hand is exactly what he had imagined and hoped for. Michael chugs it immediately.
After finishing his glass, Michael quickly refills it (don’t worry, not with ocean water) and allows Charmander to have some life-giving water as well, which the little fire salamander gulps down greedily. Michael can’t help but feel that whatever he did to make that water isn’t just something he could do for infinity, so he decides to wait until an emergency situation to summon up any water again.
After that, things slow down again. Nothing very eventful happens for another hour or so, although it’s fairly difficult to gauge time with only the sun, and they simply continue riding their little boat to who knows where the sea will take them.
Then Michael spots an Island. He shoots up, confirming that yes that is an actual island he’s seeing on the horizon.
“Laaaaaaaaaand!” Michael shouts out joyfully, rousing a snoozing Charmander with his merry making. He yawns cutely, blinking up towards Michael who was now standing, pointing, and shouting out with glee towards something in the distance. Still squinty eyed and tired after his nap, Charmander turns to look where Michael is pointing. Huh. There was land. Charmander feels happy and all that, but he’s tired, and sleep matters above all else when that’s the case. He curls up and closes his eyes just as Michael finishes rocking the boat in his excitement, scooping his hands through the water in an attempt to move them in the direction they want to go. Thankfully, the two of them are already heading where they need to go. Land is in sight, and they hadn’t starved or thirsted to death on the almost day long journey there. Everything seems to be going their way! Then again, they don’t know about the gyrados that surround this particular island.
Said gyrados quickly make themselves known, erupting from the water directly underneath their small boat and launching them into the air.
Michael screams in terror as he flies through the air, Charmander somehow still asleep as he soars nearby. Regaining his composure somewhat, Michael stops screaming and grabs the unconscious Charmander just in time for a gyrados tail to rise out of the water and slap him out of the air. He hurtles towards the shore of the island, skidding across the sand and coming to a sudden halt as his head collides with an unfortunately robust tree. Michael joins Charmander in his unconsciousness as they lie there on the grass, the small fire type pokémon resting peacefully on Michael’s chest without a scratch on him.
The gyrados then return to their homes beneath the waves, intruders thoroughly punished, and the two intruders are left to their unconsciousness on Cinnabar’s sandy shore.
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