BZRich64
The Mustachioed Machamp
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- Gresham, Oregon, U.S.A.
- Seen Jun 8, 2021
Chapter 37
Spoiler:
The first thing Red noticed was the feel of the sand beneath him, followed by the sound of waves crashing against the shore. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, to find that he was on what appeared to be a small deserted island. Beside him was Yellow, who was also just waking up.
"Where are we?" She asked as she got up. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure." Red had to grab his forehead due to a throbbing headache. "The last thing I remember was…" He tried to think. "The S.S. Anne was on fire, and then it there was a storm. I think… Some Gyarados showed up and were going to destroy the ship?"
"I remember that. And that mean guy from the mountain tossed Maggie away." Tears started to well up in Yellow's eyes.
"That's right. The Gyarados must have wrecked the ship and we washed up here."
"I'm never going to see Maggie again, am I?" The tears started flowing down hard as Yellow cried. Red hugged her tightly to comfort the girl.
"You don't have to worry about that." The two quickly turned around to find the source of the new voice. Behind the, was a large rock, roughly 20 feet in height and shaped almost like a giant fang. At the base of the rock was a small cave, inside which they could faintly see a small figure standing there. "Your Gyarados was the one who brought you here. She should still be swimming around the island."
Just then, Red and Yellow heard the sound of something emerging from the water and they turned around to see a Gyarados waiting there.
"Maggie!" Yellow hopped to her feet and ran over to her Pokémon. Red followed her as the girl hugged her first Pokémon, her arms not even reaching half way along the massive Pokémon's thick body. Red handed Maggie's empty Pokéball to Yellow, who took it and recalled Maggie back into it. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again!"
"It's always nice to see such happy reunions." Said the figure in the cave.
Red turned back to see the person again, just in time to see the entire cave lit up by a blue lightning bolt. The lightning was being held by the person in the cave like a staff or walking stick, its light revealing the man's features. But he wasn't a man.
"You're a…" Red was dumbfounded. "You're a Pikachu?"
The Electric Mouse Pokémon chuckled, his voice being surprisingly deep for something of his small size. "Yes, I am a Pikachu. But I'm not a normal Pikachu as I'm sure you can tell."
The Pikachu walked out of the cave and into the sunlight, allowing Red and yellow to get a closer look at him.
"You're cheeks are blue." Yellow noticed. "And your ears and stripes to."
"A Pikachu with blue markings…" Red muttered to himself. "That sounds familiar…"
"I should hope so." The Pikachu laughed again. "Otherwise that would mean that your kind have stopped telling the stories of my exploits. For you see, I am…" The Pikachu paused for dramatic effect. "Pikoa! Guardian of the Seas!"
* * *
"I think I'm starting to get seasick." Brock groaned.
"We're almost to land." Replied Misty. "I'm sure of it."
"How many hours have we been out here?" Ash asked aloud.
"I'm telling you we're almost there!"
"I think I see something!" Carmine stood up and lost his balance, almost falling off the Lapras.
"Sit down!" Misty yelled at him. "And I see it too. The shore's just up ahead."
Lapras surfed towards the land and eventually the group were able to make their way onto a sandy beach overlooked by a steep cliff.
"Not ideal." Brock said. "But it's better than being on the water for any longer."
"How are we supposed to get up there?" Ash asked the others as Misty recalled her Lapras.
"I thought you were supposed to be an expert climber." Carmine pointed out. "It's the one thing you've always been good at."
"That doesn't mean I can scale a thirty foot cliff!"
"How about we just go over there?" Misty pointed down the shore, where the cliff steadily sloped down to shore-level.
"Right. I knew that was there." Brock said a little too defensively."
* * *
"How do we get back to land?" Red asked Pikoa.
"You're on land." The unusual Pikachu pointed out. "But if you want to get back to the mainland, I can help you out. Just ride your Gyarados across the ocean, I can guide you."
Obediently, Yellow pulled out Maggie's Pokéball and tossed it out over the ocean. Maggie dove into the water and surfaced again by the shoreline. Red lifted Yellow up onto Maggie's back and then climbed on himself. He then held a hand out to help Pikoa get on, but the Pikachu instead ran out to the waves and leapt out onto the water. He seemed to slide along the surface as if her were surfing as a wave formed below him that seemed to follow his will.
Pikoa surfed a lap around Maggie, who was slowly swimming away from shore. As he went out in front of her, he gestured back for Maggie to follow him, which she did. They made their way across the ocean at breakneck speed until they finally reached the shore. Red and Yellow climbed off of Maggie onto a long section of some kind of boardwalk.
"If memory serves," Pikoa scratched his chin, "This is what you humans would know as Route 13. If you head north you should reach Lavender Town, south will lead you Fuchsia and west should take you to… Vermilion, I think."
"Thanks for your help!" Yellow called back to him.
"Yes, thank you." Red added. "I don't know what we would have done without you."
"It was no trouble at all!" Pikoa nodded back to them. "It's just nice to get company once in a while. Until we meet again, humans!"
Pikoa surfed away while Red and Yellow waved in goodbye. When he had left, the two turned around and made their way north to Lavender.
"I used to hear stories of Pikoa when I was young." Red commented as they walked. "But I always thought they were just old myths. He'd have to be thousands of years old at this point."
"What kind of stories were they?" Yellow asked inquisitively.
"Mostly stories about a surfing Pikachu who could control the waves and carried as staff of lightning. He would go around helping fishers and sailors when they were lost at sea. But those stories are thousands of years old. He certainly matches the descriptions given in those old stories, but he'd have to be ancient."
Red let out a depressed sigh, which caught yellow's attention.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm worried about my mom." Red answered with sincerity. "She's probably worrying herself sick right now, and I mean that literally. I need to find a phone."
"But don't you have one of those PokéGear things like what Daisy has?"
"I wish."
* * *
Ash's group made their way along the shore until they managed to reach the end of the cliff, then decided to walk up the cliff to get a better viewpoint to figure out where they were. To their surprise there was actually a small town at the top of the cliff.
"I've heard of this place." Brock said. "This is Maiden's Peak."
"How do you know that?" Ash asked him.
Brock pointed to a statue of a woman situated at the center of the cliff's peak, overlooking the ocean.
"The town is named for that statue, which is said to hold the spirit of a young woman who waited for her lover to return from an ancient war long ago. They say that she waited, standing there, for her lover's boat to return from the war. But the boat never returned, so she waited until her body eventually turned to stone."
"I wonder if the boat was destroyed by Gyarados?" Ash mused.
"It wouldn't surprise me." Misty said. "Gyarados are renowned for their legendary tempers. Boats thses days have to be specifically designed not to attract them."
"Then I wonder what caught the attention of the ones who attacked the S.S. Anne?"
"We may never know." Carmine said seriously. "Though I'm more curious about what that white flash was right before we were blown away from the ship."
"I just hope everyone else mad it." Ash hung his head down.
"I'm sure their all just fine." Misty reassured Ash, though she didn't really believe her own words. "Some of the best trainers in the area were on that ship. I'm sure they managed to get everyone to safety."
"Where are we?" She asked as she got up. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure." Red had to grab his forehead due to a throbbing headache. "The last thing I remember was…" He tried to think. "The S.S. Anne was on fire, and then it there was a storm. I think… Some Gyarados showed up and were going to destroy the ship?"
"I remember that. And that mean guy from the mountain tossed Maggie away." Tears started to well up in Yellow's eyes.
"That's right. The Gyarados must have wrecked the ship and we washed up here."
"I'm never going to see Maggie again, am I?" The tears started flowing down hard as Yellow cried. Red hugged her tightly to comfort the girl.
"You don't have to worry about that." The two quickly turned around to find the source of the new voice. Behind the, was a large rock, roughly 20 feet in height and shaped almost like a giant fang. At the base of the rock was a small cave, inside which they could faintly see a small figure standing there. "Your Gyarados was the one who brought you here. She should still be swimming around the island."
Just then, Red and Yellow heard the sound of something emerging from the water and they turned around to see a Gyarados waiting there.
"Maggie!" Yellow hopped to her feet and ran over to her Pokémon. Red followed her as the girl hugged her first Pokémon, her arms not even reaching half way along the massive Pokémon's thick body. Red handed Maggie's empty Pokéball to Yellow, who took it and recalled Maggie back into it. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again!"
"It's always nice to see such happy reunions." Said the figure in the cave.
Red turned back to see the person again, just in time to see the entire cave lit up by a blue lightning bolt. The lightning was being held by the person in the cave like a staff or walking stick, its light revealing the man's features. But he wasn't a man.
"You're a…" Red was dumbfounded. "You're a Pikachu?"
The Electric Mouse Pokémon chuckled, his voice being surprisingly deep for something of his small size. "Yes, I am a Pikachu. But I'm not a normal Pikachu as I'm sure you can tell."
The Pikachu walked out of the cave and into the sunlight, allowing Red and yellow to get a closer look at him.
"You're cheeks are blue." Yellow noticed. "And your ears and stripes to."
"A Pikachu with blue markings…" Red muttered to himself. "That sounds familiar…"
"I should hope so." The Pikachu laughed again. "Otherwise that would mean that your kind have stopped telling the stories of my exploits. For you see, I am…" The Pikachu paused for dramatic effect. "Pikoa! Guardian of the Seas!"
* * *
"I think I'm starting to get seasick." Brock groaned.
"We're almost to land." Replied Misty. "I'm sure of it."
"How many hours have we been out here?" Ash asked aloud.
"I'm telling you we're almost there!"
"I think I see something!" Carmine stood up and lost his balance, almost falling off the Lapras.
"Sit down!" Misty yelled at him. "And I see it too. The shore's just up ahead."
Lapras surfed towards the land and eventually the group were able to make their way onto a sandy beach overlooked by a steep cliff.
"Not ideal." Brock said. "But it's better than being on the water for any longer."
"How are we supposed to get up there?" Ash asked the others as Misty recalled her Lapras.
"I thought you were supposed to be an expert climber." Carmine pointed out. "It's the one thing you've always been good at."
"That doesn't mean I can scale a thirty foot cliff!"
"How about we just go over there?" Misty pointed down the shore, where the cliff steadily sloped down to shore-level.
"Right. I knew that was there." Brock said a little too defensively."
* * *
"How do we get back to land?" Red asked Pikoa.
"You're on land." The unusual Pikachu pointed out. "But if you want to get back to the mainland, I can help you out. Just ride your Gyarados across the ocean, I can guide you."
Obediently, Yellow pulled out Maggie's Pokéball and tossed it out over the ocean. Maggie dove into the water and surfaced again by the shoreline. Red lifted Yellow up onto Maggie's back and then climbed on himself. He then held a hand out to help Pikoa get on, but the Pikachu instead ran out to the waves and leapt out onto the water. He seemed to slide along the surface as if her were surfing as a wave formed below him that seemed to follow his will.
Pikoa surfed a lap around Maggie, who was slowly swimming away from shore. As he went out in front of her, he gestured back for Maggie to follow him, which she did. They made their way across the ocean at breakneck speed until they finally reached the shore. Red and Yellow climbed off of Maggie onto a long section of some kind of boardwalk.
"If memory serves," Pikoa scratched his chin, "This is what you humans would know as Route 13. If you head north you should reach Lavender Town, south will lead you Fuchsia and west should take you to… Vermilion, I think."
"Thanks for your help!" Yellow called back to him.
"Yes, thank you." Red added. "I don't know what we would have done without you."
"It was no trouble at all!" Pikoa nodded back to them. "It's just nice to get company once in a while. Until we meet again, humans!"
Pikoa surfed away while Red and Yellow waved in goodbye. When he had left, the two turned around and made their way north to Lavender.
"I used to hear stories of Pikoa when I was young." Red commented as they walked. "But I always thought they were just old myths. He'd have to be thousands of years old at this point."
"What kind of stories were they?" Yellow asked inquisitively.
"Mostly stories about a surfing Pikachu who could control the waves and carried as staff of lightning. He would go around helping fishers and sailors when they were lost at sea. But those stories are thousands of years old. He certainly matches the descriptions given in those old stories, but he'd have to be ancient."
Red let out a depressed sigh, which caught yellow's attention.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm worried about my mom." Red answered with sincerity. "She's probably worrying herself sick right now, and I mean that literally. I need to find a phone."
"But don't you have one of those PokéGear things like what Daisy has?"
"I wish."
* * *
Ash's group made their way along the shore until they managed to reach the end of the cliff, then decided to walk up the cliff to get a better viewpoint to figure out where they were. To their surprise there was actually a small town at the top of the cliff.
"I've heard of this place." Brock said. "This is Maiden's Peak."
"How do you know that?" Ash asked him.
Brock pointed to a statue of a woman situated at the center of the cliff's peak, overlooking the ocean.
"The town is named for that statue, which is said to hold the spirit of a young woman who waited for her lover to return from an ancient war long ago. They say that she waited, standing there, for her lover's boat to return from the war. But the boat never returned, so she waited until her body eventually turned to stone."
"I wonder if the boat was destroyed by Gyarados?" Ash mused.
"It wouldn't surprise me." Misty said. "Gyarados are renowned for their legendary tempers. Boats thses days have to be specifically designed not to attract them."
"Then I wonder what caught the attention of the ones who attacked the S.S. Anne?"
"We may never know." Carmine said seriously. "Though I'm more curious about what that white flash was right before we were blown away from the ship."
"I just hope everyone else mad it." Ash hung his head down.
"I'm sure their all just fine." Misty reassured Ash, though she didn't really believe her own words. "Some of the best trainers in the area were on that ship. I'm sure they managed to get everyone to safety."