From the deep blue

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Fishing was very boring, Jail was a firm believer of the fact.

Knowing that, one might wonder why Jail was standing at a beach, rod in hand. Some might think he was catching dinner, dropped items, or looking for some way to make money, and fishing was a Summer job. But the answer was much less complex. Dewford was boring, it had a gym and a cave, that was true. But besides that, it was filled with vacationers, people who had moved away from cities, and trendy wannabes. The city ditchers would become trendy wannabes in time. Jail honestly hoped he could escape becoming one to.

Jail sighed, inwardly cursing his dad. Out of all the places he could have picked to move to, why did it have to be here? To a ISLAND with no escape. His Dad had tried to make it up to him. By offering him his best rod, the super rod. He had not liked it. Not one bit. He took it, however, because changing the trend got boring after awhile, funny as it was to have everyone gush about Blaze Waterfall.

Dad had also given him two great balls and two Poké balls.

So here he was, sitting bored out of his mind.

Bored.

So Bored.

So Sooooo Bo-Wait!

Was that a bite?

Excited, beacuse this was the best thing to happen to him all day, and most interesting thing to happen all week, Jail reeled in his super rod, expecting a Magicarp or Tentacool. So he was beyond pleased when he pulled up a giant blue Pokémon, Wailmer. It was HUGE! Feeling bold he threw a Poké ball at it.

The Poké ball was closed for a few seconds before bursting open at his feet. The Wailmer lunged forward to attack.

"Wah!" Jail cried, whipping a Great ball at it.

The Great Ball lasted a little longer, and when Wailmer came out, Jail was prepared to dodge. It took quite a bit of dodging before Jail could throw another ball, infact he was halfway from his starting point on the beach, and he had acquired observing kids who, thankfully, did not mention Blaze Waterfall.

Jail threw his last Great Ball, and began to prey To every legend he knew that Wailmer would stay in the ball. To his great relief Wailmer stayed inside he Great Ball. Maybe it was luck . Perhaps the Pokémon had become tired. Or the prayers had worked. Whatever the cause Jail was now a Pokémon trainer, and had a way to get off the island.

While on his way to the Pokémon center he heard the trendy's talking about the new trend "Mystery lessons", and began to run. He had to get off this island before he went crazy.

Please review, they provide inspiration to type. I am not actually to fond of typing. This will be my last to tie you over for a bit, I'm going on vacation. Feel free to send in suggestions for a beginning story