Hi again guys!
So so so so so so very very VERY sorry for the delay! This chapter should have been up two days ago! It's my need for perfection that comes and bothers me, I guess.
I want to thank the fans I've already gotten! You guys have been so nice to me! And you're so encouraging too! I appreciate it so much!
Anyway, here comes the first real chapter!
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When Captain Carson Orson rises from bed the next day he is in a foul mood. Not only is a half-storm brewing, likely to fall upon them in a day, but his riffraff crew of scoundrells have been nothing but loud all through the night. Many of his loudest men will jump ship once at Goldenrod. Thankfully. He can always count on more sailors in need of job at every port; there is more sailors than there are ships available to take them. Hopefully he'll get himself some capable strong hands at this next turn.
Heading up on deck, he snarls a few orders at the ungrateful loudmouths and trades a few civilized words with his First Mate. Rattata and Raticate scurry out of his way. Typical pokemon owned by sailors all flit around the deck in search of something to do. Carsons own Poliwrath walks up to him and greets him with a nudge of his fist. The captain pats him on the head and smiles slightly.
He climbs up a set of wooden stairs towards the wheel and the man steering it. Bray Vegas gives his captain a wary glance, never breaking away from his professionalism. A trait that gained him the position as Second Mate at only seventeen, two years ago. Muscular and lean, with shortly cropped messy black hair and equally dark hair has helped gain him a reputation of reliability and fierceness. "Captain"
Carson nods at the greeting, spreading out the charts on the nearby table. Once past Goldenrod City Harbour, they need to visit Sinnoh and Hoenn, before finally returning back to Kanto. That's another two months worth of travel, three if they're unlucky. A new route decided, the captain claps Bray on his shoulder in passing and decends towards Artemis' quarters.
He knocks once on the mahogany wooden door and when no answer comes, he warns her of his entrance before walking in. The room is empty. She's left it just like it was when she came, just like she always does. Bed made, lights of, wardrobe closed and windows shut. The old man walks over to her bed and picks up a piece of paper with the neat and cursive handwriting of a temple lady.
Dear Carson,
This batch of crew men are awfully loud in the night and I couldn't catch any sleep. I saw that we are close to harbour now and I couldn't contain myself. I apologize for worrying you. I'll shop around a bit and visit the local Pokemon shelters and rehabilitation centres. Maybe I'll even take a peek at some of the breeders yearly eggs.
I will catch up with you when I finish.
With love, Artemis.
Carson chuckles; this isn't the first time she's jumped ship ahead of time, and he predicts that it won't be the last either. Well then, as she says, she'll catch up.
He leaves her room and enters upon deck again. Let's get into port. The sooner they reach land, the sooner he can get rid of those loudmouths. He takes a deep breath and prepares himself to prove to these younglings exactly why he's a feared captain.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, SAILOR? YOU CALL THAT A KNOT?"
"TIE UP THAT SAIL RIGHT NOW, MEN, OR I'LL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE RATTATA!"
"Tie that knot on starboard side. STARBOARD, I SAID! HOLY KYOGRE, WHAT KIND OF SAILORS ARE YOU?!"
This will be a long couple of hours.
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Sitting at the dock for ten hours, the ship is well underway to be fully re-prepped and ready for another two months worth of travel. The food supply has been stocked to it's fullest capabilities, the sails are new and the hull has been cleaned thoroughly. And, to Carson Orsons utmost pleasure, the sailors he secretly refers to as deadweight have most of them left the ship to return to their families or some other business.
It's been twelve hours since he found her note, and still no sign of Artemis. Not that he's worried. No.
With renewed gusto, he shouts out orders, scaring the remaining of his crew. Third Mate is out in the Goldenrod market aquiring the last few supplies, Second Mate is handling the sailors moving items from the storage buildings to the ship and First Mate is leading the rest of the crew in doing some last minute preps before they take to the open sea again.
The Captain, however, is focused on the new recruits. Most of them, thank Kyogre, are experienced sailors, while a few are quite new to the trade. But, Carson frowns in question, about a dozen are teenagers not dressed for sailing, all of them male. Many sailors will learn their trade at the early age of ten, so therefore their ages aren't any problem. But, judging by their varying displeasing physiques, most of these teens won't survive a week at sea. Much less if they're unlucky enoúgh to get swept away for a two day trip through the Teeth of Gyarados. He tries his best to avoid that collection of rocky hell, but the ocean listens to no one. He's passed through there more than once, albeit unwillingly, and he wears scars from both.
"Alright, kids, why do you want to sail with us, when you can easily find a small cruise-ship?"
There is an odd jumble of mumbled replies from the teens.
"Can't afford a cruise-ship."
"Sailing-ships are cooler."
"Where's the adventure in that?"
Carson rolls his blue eyes. "If you kids believe travelling with us will be just like a vacation, you're sorely worng. Here, on this ship, you have to work for your hammock and food. You'll have to really Labour for the weeks you stay on my ship."
He glances from one teen to another, "Are you brats prepared for that?"
They all glance at each other uneasily, their Pokemon shuffling by their feet or on their shoulders. Some of them says 'yes' and others nod their affirmative.
Carson calls for his Third Mate, Cody Black, "Mr Black. Register these youths and then have them settled in. Place them somewhere they'll be helpfull. Show them the ropes."
Cody nods, "Yes, sir."
Then he turns towards the teens, "Alright guys, line up by the boarding-plank. I'll need to see your ID's and then when you've all gotten your hammocks, I need a list of the Pokemon you carry with you."
Cody moves towards the boardplank and pulls out his little ledger. Flipping to en empty page, he then starts to write down the essentials; name, age and origin.
Phoenix Nightwing, seventeen, Johto.
Leo Historia, nineteen, Hoenn.
Louis Tomlinson, nineteen, Hoenn.
Remy Rogers, eighteen, Sinnoh.
Zayn Malik, eighteen, Unova.
Samuel Elecon, fourteen, Johto.
Harry Styles, seventeen, Kanto.
Thomas Brown, sixteen, Unova.
Liam Payne, eighteen, Johto.
Chevano Simon, fifteen, Unova.
Niall Horan, eighteen, Sinnoh.
Recca Uchi, seventeen, Sinnoh.
The Third Mate stares down at the list in his little black blook as the last teen shuffles past him and onto the ship. All males. No girls. That's wierd.
He shrugs once and steps onto the ship, only to almost immediately burst a vein as he lays his eyes on a couple of the teens.
Chevano has short black hair, blackish-brown eyes and a milk chocolate complexion. He's tall and muscular, especially for his young age, with a scar running through his right eyebrow. He's having a great laugh as he and two of the others are tying up Leo against one of the masts. Harry, on the other hand, has forest green eyes, semi-long curly brown hair and is caucasian. He has his toned arm wrapped around a rope, holding Leo tightly to the wooden pole. On the other side of the mast is Louis, making sure the rope is as tight as can be. Messy brown hair, ocean blue eyes and skin just a shade darker than Harrys, with a wicked grin on his nineteen year old face. With spiky short jet black hair, onyx eyes, a caramel complexion and an open-mouthed smile, Leo is always the one to take a joke. He's having the time of his life.
Zeth, Chevano's Sumarott, sits to the side and snickers. Harry's Leafeon, Louis' Vaporeon and Payaso, Leo's Aipom all sit upon his back and watch with amusement.
Climbing the massive ropeladders up towards the crows nest to get a better view of the open ocean is Thomas. He has olive coloured skin and hazel eyes, paired with thin and straight dark brown hair that's cut short. Following the excited sixteen year old is the blonde and blue-eyed Niall, sweat produced in the humid air running down his pale skin. Behind him is Phoenix, although for an entirely different reason; he really enjoys climbing. He looks creepy enough as it is with eerie blood red eyes, a messy and short black hairstyle, coupled with pale skin. Add the scar on his cheek and he ends up looking down right dangerous.
Leo, Thomas' Luxio, and Niall's Flareon both stare up after their masters in exasperation.
Zayn and Remy seems to have a mutual understanding; avoid the water and stay away from the edges of the ship. Cody can't help but wonder what in the name of Kyogre those two are doing on a ship. Zayn has a caramel complexion and black hair styled up into a quiff, together with dark brown eyes; while Remy is only slightly tanned coupled with light blue eyes and wavy brown hair that reaches his mid-back. Zayn's Jolteon is curled up by his owners feet and Remy's Tyranitar has sat himself down just a feet away from his own.
Samuel and Recca, however, seem to have gone in a whole different direction. Both have decided that they can squeeze in a powernap. Samuel has his black hoodie pulled over his head and Recca has curled up beneath his black trenchcoat, both of them inadvertently hiding any discernible features. Recca's Weavile, Shiki, softly lifts the coat and crawls in with his master. Esper, the Espeon, lays down in a small ball by his masters head.
Liam, with his Glaceon, sits on one of the wooden steps and reads a book. His brown eyes scan the page, while he runs a barely tanned hand through his shortly cropped brown hair.
No, Cody thinks belatedly, they are most definitely not sailors.
"Simon, Styles, Tomlinson! Untie Historia right this instant! If the Captain saw you fooling around on his ship in the middle of preparations, he will have all your heads on silver platters!"
"Brown, Horan, Nightwing! Get down from there! The Captain will blow a bloody casket!" Cody can hear a snickering coming from the hooded boy on the wooden floor and realizes that he really isn't sleeping, only relaxing and observing.
"It's too late to prevent that now, Mr Black, I'm afraid" The Third Mate glances up sharply at the sound of the captain, to avert his gaze just as fast at the sight of the older mans steely eyes. Without looking at the man again, Cody hands him his ledger with the names of all the new reqruits. "Alright, you insufferable little brats! Listen up, and listen carefully, because I will not repeat myself!"
He calls out the name of each of them, one at a time. As everyone calls out to confirm their respective identities, Carson inspects each and everyone of them. None of them are built as a typical sailor, much to Carsons disappointment, however, most of them do show promise. And after all, none of them will be staying on the ship long term. They can't create that much trouble on the ship in only the two to three months they'll be sailing with them, can they?
He glances up and immediately growls, "GET THE BLOODY HELL DOWN FROM THERE YOU BLASTED WANNABE AMBIPOMS!"
He sighs in utmost frustration and orders his Third Mate, Cody Black, to take command of the lot of them. Everyone from the least muscular Samuel to the most buff Remy.
As the Third Mate takes command, the old Captain starts to massage his temple and decends into his private quarters. This is going to be a long couple of months. Very, very, very long.
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I hope you liked this chapter. The OC's will get more screen time the more their character has grown in the story, so to speak. Not to worry!
If you guys can't wait for blood and gore to appear, you'll have to wait a while. I want the story to get along, they need to have developed some relationships (Whether romantic of friendships) and you guys will have to have gotten some clues as to who the bad guys are and what they're after.
As for One Direction being in the story; my friend, ami mikan, wanted me to add them into the story, and I agreed. She's filled in the OC forms for all five. Their names, appearances, and some of their habits are their own, while other things such as their Pokemon have been filled out by her.
I have ALOT of males, as you might have noticed. I need more female OC's and I could use a few councillors for when they reach Kanto.
OH! And gueststar123! I'm so sorry, but I don't accept OC's from Anonymous reviewers. Not because I don't like you OC, but because I need to be able to ask you questions via PM. So sorry! YOu could Always create an account and re-send Matilda, if you want.
Now, remember, constructive critizism, no flames, please.
Anyway, thanks guys!
Peace out!
