Horray, my first really devoted fic. Joy. I've created several fics in the past, but they've all failed miserably due to lack of motivation, devotion, or interest. I hope I really mean it when I say that I'm devoted to this particular fic--a remake of a fic idea in the past. Let's see what you think.

DISCLAIMER: I claim no rights to Yoshi, Halo, Sonic, Link, and any other video game series, settings, characters, and other elements. They belong to their respective owners. I do, however, own the original characters in this fic. Any resemblance to other people's work is completely coincidental unless otherwise noted.


Chapter 1 – I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up!

Ahh, summer. What a great time for children to roam in the grass, finally free from the confinements of school. What a great time for parents to realize that they have to cook for their children every day until school starts again. What a great time for schools to shorten vacation to allow for a school-wide cruise trip. Wait, what?

Yeah, I couldn't believe it, either. It seemed too far fetched, but here I am, relaxing in a luxurious boat in the middle of the Atlantic. It's just me and my friends, not to mention at least four hundred other middle-schoolers. That's something that doesn't happen every day. It probably doesn't happen every century.

Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. Well, my name is Lawrence. There isn't much to say about me, really. Just picture this: an asian with glasses. This should pop an appropriate image in your head. But, if you lack imagination, here's a short rundown. I'm short, not athletic, and video game obsessed. That should give you a basic idea of what I'm like.

In a nutshell, my life is boring. Nothing has ever happened to me. I mean, sure, I have friends, and I go to a school. Still, nothing else has really happened to me. Oh well, at least I'm still alive. As for my friends, they're a lot, for lack of a better word, looser than I am. I mean, they think before they act, whereas I'm overly paranoid. Not a very good combination of friends, is it?

Now, let me talk about the cruise we're on. It's a miracle. Our school principal, probably the biggest gambler in the past seven hundred years, has been getting lottery tickets for the past several years. Finally, he was able to get the winning numbers. Seriously, I thought he would have had a better chance to die, be reborn, end up on Yoshi's Island, then Mobius, then Hyrule, and vomit a baby rather than get a winning lottery ticket. I guess it's all luck of the draw.

Since I mentioned several game worlds, I might as well talk about my video game obsession. Well, I've been playing video games for as long as I could hold things in my hand. And, that's just about what my life was about. Wake up, go to school, eat, do homework, play video games, eat, play video games, play video games… you get the picture. In fact, sometimes I have these weird dreams that I end up in a video game world. They're really odd. I remember, one time I was in the Pokemon world but for some reason everyone from Halo came to kill everyone. Yeah, strange.

"Hey, dude!" someone called, breaking my train of thought. The source of the voice was none other than my friend, John.

"Oh, hey," I replied, trying to refocus my thoughts. "Didn't you see I was daydreaming? C'mon, you should know that look!"

"Eh," said John, obviously careless of what I was thinking about. "That's not important. What's important is that the Brawl tournament is still going on downstairs! Don't you need to compete?"

My eyes opened wider than they should have as John's statement came to me. "Oh yeah! Oops. Thanks, John!"

He grinned. "No problem."

Jumping off my comfortable lounge chair, I headed to the, err, down part of the ship. I still couldn't believe my principal was able to afford this. It was a miracle. As I stumbled down the stairs, the familiar sounds of a Brawl match going on. Soon it was accompanied by several cheers.

Once I was downstairs, I was greeted by a big screen TV. Seriously, how much money do we have now? There's a cruise, a Wii, a big screen TV, so what's next? Eh, I don't really care. As long as we finally get decent food, I'm alright.

Enough about how much my school sucks. I looked at the tournament bracket. We were now in the semi-finals. I'm matched up against a Meta-Knight user. Crap. Considering Lucas isn't exactly the high in the tier list, and Meta is known to be cheap, this could be a problem. Gripping the controller, I braced myself for the match.


Two creatures sat on the shoreline, watching as a large boat sailed across the horizon. The setting sun gave the ocean a reflective, orange tint. They simply stared as the ship traveled at a snail's pace.

"Hmm," noted one of the creatures, "not many ships come through here. I wonder what they're doing."

"I don't know," pondered the other, much younger. "I've never really paid any attention to the coast. I'm usually still playing with my friends around this time of day.

The older being looked at the moving object, transfixed. "What would a boat be doing here? It can't be one of ours; it's too big. I don't think it's made of the same materials, either."

"Oh well," the younger creature stated with a sigh. "It can't really be that important. I mean, it's only a ship."

"It just doesn't seem right," the elder one questioned. "I know it's just a ship, but… oh, look. It's raining. You better get in shelter, now."

The child groaned. "Why? It's just rain." Suddenly, lightning flashed in the distance, opposite of the far off vessel. The wind also seemed to pick up a little. "I'm gonna go." With that, he left.

The older creature continued to study the faraway craft for another minute, and then proceeded to leave. "I have a feeling that ship is somehow going to be involved with us."


"Attention," shouted an adult's voice. "Attention!"

No one heard him. All of the students were focused on the current Brawl match.

"ATTENTION!" he shouted again, his voice amplified by a megaphone.

I turned around, pausing the intense match. The voice belonged to none other than our rich principal. Seriously, how many things did he buy?

"I just want to let you know," our principal continued, "there is an intense storm going on outside, so I want you all to stay inside. Please do not go on the main deck. Thank you."

What the heck? They stop our match for that? It's usually common sense to not go out in a storm. Oh well.

"C'mon, Lawrence," my opponent said, "we have to finish the match!"

I groaned. I was getting owned, almost about to be three-stocked. Oh well, what can you expect from a Lucas versus Meta Knight match? Maybe there'll be a miracle.

The match ended how I predicted. Meh. That's right, I got three-stocked. There goes the idea of getting to the finals. I need to take my anger out. Punching someone won't really help, and my urge to do that is only strengthened by my opponent bragging about his victory every three seconds. After a few seconds of pondering, I decide to go to the deck. Who cares if it's raining? I mean, it's just water.

Taking one last survey across the room, I dash upstairs. I was lucky no one heard me, considering it was kind of like a "STOMP STOMP STOMPITY STOMP" sound. My hand reached the handle of the door, and opened it. Immediately a gust of wind came through, and I just as quickly went outside and shut the door with a loud "SLAM," courtesy of the wind.

It wasn't raining that hard, it was just windy. Very, very windy. Oh well, I came here to cool off, right? Nothing cools you off more than lots of wind banging on your head. Wonderful.

I looked upwards. It was a beautiful sunset, unlike any I've ever seen before. The fiery ball of lava in the sky, known as the sun, reflected its magnificent glare across the vast ocean. The scattered raindrops acted as prisms, creating a glorious rainbow that stretched across the sky.

After a minute to take in the scenery, I took out my camera phone. This moment had to be saved, even if through a crappy cell phone camera. After searching for the best spot for a picture, I noticed a large land mass in the distance. It must have been a large island, judging by what looked to be flourishing palm trees.

Wait, flourishing palm trees? We live in the mid-Atlantic, taking a cruise on the mid-Atlantic. Eh, now's not the time to be complementing the oddities of nature. All I need are a couple of pictures so I can treasure this amazing sight.

Aiming my camera at the island, I press the "take photo" button. It was a great picture. Astoundingly, the unrealistic colors of the camera actually made it look better. It kind of made it look like something fake, like from a fantasy world; but it was really there.

Soon afterwards, I head towards the rail and take a look at the ocean below. The ocean, just as regal as the sky above, was a mysterious tint of orange. Falling raindrops created tiny ripples that overlapped each other as they got larger. This was also a memorable scene that begged to be part of my image collection. I snapped open my camera phone once again, and tried to get the best shot. Every angle I tried, however, either had a small part of the ship's railing, or just didn't suit my taste. Without thinking, I started to lean over the bars. The railing was still there. I leaned further. Ah, there was a good shot.

Suddenly the wind picked up again, taking me with it. That must be a strong wind if it can take me with it. Of course, I'm not exactly the biggest guy in the grade, so it kind of was expected. It took me a few seconds to realize that I hadn't just fallen off the ship. I was off the ship, which meant I was in the water.

Oh crap.

Instinct told me to start to flap my arms around. I looked like a panicking duck that forgot to swim, which was really the case I was in. I tried to make noises to grab someone's attention, but I quickly stopped in realization that no one was on the main deck.

The currents pushed me further and further away from the cruise. After one last yelp, I gave up. What am I supposed to do? I looked in the direction that the current was dragging me. From the looks of it, the island I noticed earlier was getting bigger and bigger. That must mean I was getting closer. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be hopelessly lost on a deserted island than drown.

After moving with the sea, my head started to feel light. Was I falling unconscious? Oh god, this is the worst place to lose consciousness. I try to will myself up, but all my energy was gone. With a sigh of defeat, I give in to the drowsy feeling.

Right before the last wink of awareness left me, I thought I heard speech coming from the island that was currently coming closer to me. Was it civilization? Nah, no one's ever put this island on a map, I think. I don't pay attention to maps very often. I'm probably just hallucinating.


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