Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
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Maxie opened his eyes. He was lying on a wooden floor, tied by a rope. What had happened? Where was he? From the looks of it, he was inside of a boat. It rocked gently back and forth. And he saw something else. A timer, that was ticking. It looked suspiciously like a bomb. Maxie thrashed about, trying to loosen the ropes. The time was running out on the bomb. Maxie had to think of something, but what? And then he thought of something. It was stupid, but maybe it would work. Maxie closed his jaw around a bit of rope and started gnawing. After a few moments, his gums feeling numb, Maxie had untied the rope. 10 more seconds until the bomb would go off.
Maxie, with rope still dangling from him, jumped out of the boat and into the salty seawater just as the boat exploded in a massive ball of flame. He grabbed onto a bit of debri and lay there, floating.
A jet of water streamed out of the top of a massive Wailord as Maxie floated by it. The stars twinkled in the night sky, and Maxie could swear he saw Jirachi. No, it couldn't be, Jirachi was just a legend, a myth, a fable.
Maxie dozed off.
He awoke to the call of Wingulls and Pelippers and a man calling to him.
"Hey! Over there! Throw the tube to him!" Maxie saw a boat with several men on it. They threw an intertube out to him, and he grabbed on, letting them hoist him up.
They brought him to shore at Mossdeep and gave him some dry clothes and steaming cup of cocoa. He sat before a roaring fire and checked his Pokemon. All there.
"Are you feeling better sir?" Maxie's rescuer asked.
Maxie sipped his cup of cocoa. "Yes."
"What were you doing out in the ocean?"
"I do not care to reveal the details."
"Here you, dearie," a little old lady gave him his jacket. Maxie put it on, and again sipped his cocoa. Something strange about the cocoa...Maxie gagged.
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Maxie opened his eyes. He was lying on a wooden floor, tied by a rope. What had happened? Where was he? From the looks of it, he was inside of a boat. It rocked gently back and forth. And he saw something else. A timer, that was ticking. It looked suspiciously like a bomb. Maxie thrashed about, trying to loosen the ropes. The time was running out on the bomb. Maxie had to think of something, but what? And then he thought of something. It was stupid, but maybe it would work. Maxie closed his jaw around a bit of rope and started gnawing. After a few moments, his gums feeling numb, Maxie had untied the rope. 10 more seconds until the bomb would go off.
Maxie, with rope still dangling from him, jumped out of the boat and into the salty seawater just as the boat exploded in a massive ball of flame. He grabbed onto a bit of debri and lay there, floating.
A jet of water streamed out of the top of a massive Wailord as Maxie floated by it. The stars twinkled in the night sky, and Maxie could swear he saw Jirachi. No, it couldn't be, Jirachi was just a legend, a myth, a fable.
Maxie dozed off.
He awoke to the call of Wingulls and Pelippers and a man calling to him.
"Hey! Over there! Throw the tube to him!" Maxie saw a boat with several men on it. They threw an intertube out to him, and he grabbed on, letting them hoist him up.
They brought him to shore at Mossdeep and gave him some dry clothes and steaming cup of cocoa. He sat before a roaring fire and checked his Pokemon. All there.
"Are you feeling better sir?" Maxie's rescuer asked.
Maxie sipped his cup of cocoa. "Yes."
"What were you doing out in the ocean?"
"I do not care to reveal the details."
"Here you, dearie," a little old lady gave him his jacket. Maxie put it on, and again sipped his cocoa. Something strange about the cocoa...Maxie gagged.