Fifth story on my profile. Allow me to say, is Illusions of a Fox really that popular? 457 hits in six days? Wow...Anyway, this one just flew in recently, mainly when looking through Bulbapedia on Gible's evolutions. It's final form is what stirred me into writing this. And to avoid confusion in the later chapters, the transformed characters are still able to speak human.

Anyway, on with the story.

"Hello" means speech.

'Hello' means thoughts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or any major company brands. I only own my story and my OC's.

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Shark of the Land

Prologue

Miami, Florida July 15, 2011

Third Person POV:

Summer vacation is in full swing, as tourists from around the country come to the tropical paradise that is Florida. Shoppers come and go from the malls, party-goers are at the beaches playing all kinds of games. Some of the more extreme tourists bring surf boards to catch some waves coming from the ocean. Even a select few do illegal things such as base jumping from the tallest buildings. We turn our attention to one specific person who is excited about the waves today.

His name is Javier Mason.

Javier's POV:

Oh man! I am so glad it's summer vacation! I'm just glad to get out of that pit school, mainly because nothing ever happens there. Sure, there are plays and pep rallies, but what good are those? Raising school morale? Tch, if I ruled the school, there would be a beach simulator built on campus. Putting that aside, I go into my hotel room to get my surfing gear: My surf board obviously, that I named Typhoon, my sun-block, swimming shorts, and my sunglasses/goggles. Why do I need my sunglasses? How many people have wiped out due to the sun messing with their sight? Exactly, and I'm not going to be one of them.

Ah, but where are my manners? I should introduce myself. My name is Javier Mason. I stand around 5 feet, 9 inches and have a dark tan. My brown hair, which reaches past the ear lobes, fits the color of my skin. I do, however, have a wicked scar that goes from the area between my right temple and eye down to below the right side of my lip. How did I get such a thing? Surfing accident in New Orleans. The waves were nasty around that time, but I wanted to surf them. Should have listened to my conscious, for it was telling me to not do it, for I was thrown from my board and was smacked by my own board due to the waves. I was in the hospital for over a month after that. Despite that, I still like to surf the waves, anything for the thrill of it.

I grabbed my gear and proceeded to get dressed for the walk to the beach. I put on a red polo t-shirt that's navy-blue on the back, along with some tan shorts. Blue sandals are my footwear for today. I then walked out the door and walked to the elevator to go down to the bottom floor. While I as waiting for the elevator, I felt a small chill go up my spine. I just shrugged and thought it was just a little cold up here. The elevator doors open showing another person in them. He steps out while I step in. I press the first floor button and the door slides closed. As the elevator descended though, I kept getting some kind of tug at the back of my mind, like something's gonna happen. Normally, I would ignore those, but after the accident, I kinda listen to them. Kinda. I try to focus on it a bit, but it went away. 'Awkward...' was the first thing that came to my mind.

The elevator reached my destination floor and the doors opened. The lobby was a little crowded with vacationers checking out or in, chatting with others, and other kinds of stuff. I proceeded to the exit while weaving through the crowd. Walking through the double doors, I casually started to walk to the beach, which is only a few blocks from the hotel I'm staying at. My board is on my back to prevent hitting people with it. My swimming shorts tucked in my right arm, along with the sun-block. And my sungoggles(to make it easier) are on my face, shielding my eyes from the sun. After ten minutes of walking later, I arrived at the beach. Ah, my home turf. The sounds of the waves, the call of the seagulls, the hot babes tanning on the towels, I just love it all.

First things first, the changing station. After walking on the wooden sidewalk, I found an area with three dozen changing booths, more than half occupied. All kinds of people are here; from muscle-bobs to school cheerleaders to your average 'nerd' and, rarely, a Pokemon 'dork' as some jerks would call them. I don't exactly like that series, but one has caught my attention. I can't remember what it's called, but I remember it from a photo on my cousins' Facebook. All that I can remember on what it looks like is that it's some form of humanoid-shark. Putting that aside, I entered one of the unoccupied booths, after leaning my surfboard next to it, closed the door and locked it, and started to change into my swimsuit. I slip my shirt off and put it on the seat in the booth. I slipped my shorts off after and put it on the seat as well. After doing that, I took slipped my swimming shorts on and grabbed my clothes.

Unlocking the booth door, I walked out and grabbed my surfboard that I had leaning next to the door. I walked onto the sands of the beach, heading to the waterfront. There's a special spot that I found recently after coming here that I can stash my stuff so I don't have to rent a locker (Hello? Sucky economy much?). I hate to admit it, but its under the beach's pier, around a pile of rocks. No-one wanders around there and the beach creatures don't try to make off with them. After stashing my items, I lifted my board over my head and ran out to a good spot to start my surfing.

After a few seconds of looking, I found a spot with plenty of area without other surfers. I ran into the water, continuing until the water was up to my waist. Putting Typhoon in, I hopped up on my board and started to breast-stroke my way further out. After forty or so seconds of swimming, I was in the area where waves would form. A wave was coming after me no sooner than I arrived. Turning around, I got myself ready for it, waiting until I can stand up and enjoy the ride.

However, as I readied myself to ride the wave, something hit Typhoon from underneath, throwing me off my board. I righted myself and looked around, trying to find what hit my board(thank goodness my goggles stayed on). I wanted to gasp – but remembered that I was underwater – at what was swimming at me.

A hammerhead shark was swimming at me, jaws open, ready to take a bite out of me. However, this one was colored differently from others of its kind. Instead of the gray or navy-blue color most are, this one was dark navy-blue. And instead of a white underbelly, this one had a red one, with a triangle of yellow at the other end of it.. At the tip of its snout was what looked like a yellow impact star.

Survival instinct kicked in and my legs kicked me upwards, just dodging the sharks jaws. Using the cord attached to a collar around my ankle (huh, forgot about that), I pulled Typhoon to me and got on double time. The shark was able to turn around and dart at me, repeating what it tried to do to me. I pulled my legs up before it got to them, making it miss and leap out of the water a little. I'm hoping it leaped high enough to let people know its there.

It seemed to work, because I heard people yelling "SHARK!" from the shore. I knew the Coast Guard were going to come running after that, but I still had to dodge the shark every time it come for me. Speak of the devil, here he comes again. I pulled my legs up again, but this time it hit the board, throwing me off and into the water again. I straightened out and looked for where it went. I didn't see it but I knew it was waiting for me to lower my guard.

I then heard the rumble of a Coast Guard boats engine and knew I was going to be safe. Swimming towards the surface, I was able to see the boat heading towards where my board was sticking out of the water.

"Hey, are you alright?" one member of the crew asked as I surfaced.

"Yeah, I'm good. I think that shark's gone now." I replied.

"Good, get over here so we can haul you up."

I swam over to the CG boat, eager to get out of the water. However, as I was reaching out with my hand to grab the CG's hand, I felt something like a bear trap close on my thigh, causing me to scream in pain. I couldn't take in a breath of air for I was dragged underwater, with my board staying where it is due to the cord being cut after that bite.

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Whew, this is my fifth story up in less than two weeks. I'm surprised on how much I'm doing in such a short time. Please review and remember: Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.