Finn, having slammed the door behind him, collapsed to the ground. He was panting heavily. What is going on? Everything is happening so fast! Finn started to breath quicker and his breaths became shorter. Panic was setting in. Finn stood up to try and catch his breath and it helped some, but panic was still there gnawing at him like an itch. Finn tried to walk to the nearest crate that had weapons in it. I can take whatever sword I want, David said. I can take whatever sword I want.

Finn opened the top to the first crate, finally calming down some. When he opened the crate he saw a bunch of rusty, weak swords in a messy pile that could only be assumed to be stolen from a fledgling pirate crew's ship. Finn sighed; this wasn't the sword he was looking for. Finn continued to look into the crates one by one. Rusty, weak, frail. The cycle repeated itself, all similarly damaged and useless. It came to a point where there were only two boxes of swords left to look into, leaving Finn quite disappointed. The second-to-last crate was marked "MICHAEL" and Finn didn't exactly want to open that. Finn scooted around the box and found the last box. It was labeled with an X painted in red paint. Finn grabbed the top, which was on the box very well, and pulled it off.

Inside the box was were a couple of old books and some drawings. These weren't just any old drawings, though. As Finn got a closer look, he saw that they were his old drawings. Inside the box were drawings he had made of himself and Nix and Cail from his dream! Finn gasped.

"They were real..." Finn told himself.

"As I told you a few days earlier," said a voice behind Finn. Finn, surprised, bristled his fur and slipped to the ground. He turned and saw Michael standing there in the armory with him, glaring at Finn.

"I'm sorry, Captain Michael, I was just looking in the boxes for something-which was totally not a sword-and dusting off old weapons and-" Finn blubbered.

"That's enough, Finn," said Michael. Finn took a second before he became quiet. "I knew this day would come; I knew you wouldn't be satisfied with just janitor duty."

Finn frowned.

"Why do you have this box?" asked Finn. Michael sighed and sat down next to Finn.

"Finn, this is going to be very hard for you to hear. I know you've been having dreams of your past. Dreams of your childhood with Cail and Nix. Dreams of your old family," started Michael. Finn nodded. "I know you think I'm a murderer right now, and I respect and acknowledge that."

"I don't-" began Fin.

"Hold on, I'm not finished," interrupted Michael, "but those pirates were not good people. Captain Cail Clegg was a horrid Pokémon. He was a pirate who got his money by raiding villages of fishermen on poor islands. He would burn down houses and tortue the families of those who wouldn't pay their dues when he came back to their island. I'm surprised that Cail even decided to raise you when he saw you that day on Nhim. Maybe it was a moment of weakness, or maybe it was a moment of retribution."

Finn could only stare at the ground.

Michael continued. "All I know is that Cail was not the right one to raise you. Nix, the Weavile from your dreams as you remember, could only be descibred as the one sent out to do the dirty work he couldn't do himself as he got softer in his age. Cail and Nix were training you to be a killer. They were training you to be a plunderer, a thief! When I got word that Captain Cail Clegg had found some lonely Cyndaquil on the island of Nhim and was raising it himself, I couldn't just let that happen. I had to put a stop to it." Finn glared right at Michael.

"You said I belonged to you," hissed Finn, tearing up. Michael winced.

"I know what I said, and it was in the heat of the moment," said Michael. Finn laughed.

"Heat of the moment! I'm just property to you? I'm just something you decided to own because you didn't like what my old father did?" accused Finn. Michael growled, electricity crackling through his fur, before he calmed again.

"Finn, you're not listening to me! Cail and Nix were not good pirates. What Cail Clegg failed to realize when he saw you in that basket was that you were from a village that he had burned down just the day earlier. You are from a fisherman's village about a hundred nautical miles from Nhim. You floated in a basket all that way and were carried by random Pokémen on Nhim until you were finally left behind for Cail to find you," explained Michael. Finn began to tear up. "When Cail burned down your village, your parents left you in a basket to hope you found a life. Not soon after, they were killed."

Finn began to cry. "You mean?" Michael nodded.

"Cail Clegg killed your family and everyone they loved, except you, and raised you to become someone just like himself," Michael finished. Finn was blubbering and weeping, realizing the true extent of the horror of his past. Tears rolled down his face.

Michael hugged Finn and brought his head to his shoulder. Finn continued to cry. Michael was shushing Finn quietly and telling him he would be alright. He began to pet Finn to comfort him.

The two stayed together like this for a very long time.