This is a short, fun chapter that I wrote quickly because I have not updated this story in a while.

Pidove: (sings) If nautical nonsense—

I am not getting in trouble with copyright law!

Tepig: This chapter is swarthy, I reckon.

Oshawott: Reckon?

Snivy: Enjoy!

Chapter 11: Lower the Anchor

"Land ho!" Pidove announced. "That call, now that I think about it, can really be taken out of context!"

Snivy looked onward at the horizon. She gasped with delight. "Pidove is right! I can see the shore!"

Hang on, Pachirisu, we're almost there… Marill thought in his mind. She would be alright. He knew she would be. Still, he was very worried. Who could blame him? He had fallen hard for Pachirisu after reading her poem and seeing her true colors on paper. Then, the next time he saw her, she looked badly injured and somewhat sickly. He didn't think he could face anyone, not even his own little brother, if Pachirisu didn't make it. Of course, Marill was forgetting again that Pachirisu would be fine. As long as he thought that, he would be fine, too. He realized he had to stay strong for the both of them.

"Prepare to land!" Oshawott ordered like the captain of a ship.

"Aye, Cap'n! Man the life boats! Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship!" Pidove saluted and jumped into the water of the blue sea.

"I got him," Snivy assured and used her Vine Whip to fish him out.

"Loading the cannon, Captain Oshawott!" Tepig reported.

"What the heck?! We don't have a cannon!" Snivy reminded him with a little anger vein.

"Swarthy!" Tepig smiled innocently.

"Yo-ho!" Pidove cheered.

"Five more minutes," Pachirisu groggily groaned and turned over.

"We're not pirates," Snivy informed her companions flatly.

"Okay, so I think it is official at this point that Snivy is the no-fun rationality of this crew," Tepig concluded bluntly.

"No fun?!" Snivy gasped, offended.

"Aye, matey!" Pidove nodded. "But that's okay, because if not for ye, we'd drunken fish bait at the bottom of Davy Jones' locker."

"Who is our shipwright?" Tepig asked.

"Dang it! We are without a shipwright!" Pidove groaned. "Well, that's swarthy!"

"Sarcasm?" Snivy assumed.

"And rightfully so," Pidove nodded. He passed a Max Elixir to Oshawott and asked, "Rum, Cap'n?"

"No, thanks, Pidove. I'm not in the mood," Oshawott sighed, not taking his eyes off of Eevee.

"What kind of pirate are ye, Cap'n? Oh! We should elect a pirate king! I vote Pidove!" Pidove raised a wing.

"Wouldn't a captain be in a better position to be the king of pirates?" Snivy asked.

"Ye be right, Navigator Snivy!" Pidove acknowledge that Snivy had a point. "Two points and a gold star for ye!"

"We were better off on the island," Flabébé decided flatly.

"I'm starting to agree with you, there," Sylveon agreed.

"Ahoy, land lovers!" Tepig greeted.

Pidove put on an eye patch. Snivy asked, "Where in the world did you get that thing from?"

"Do ye really want to know?" Pidove asked.

"Morning already…?" Eevee slowly woke from her deep slumber.

"Eevee!" Oshawott hugged her tightly. He was in joyous tears. "You're okay!"

"Ahoy, pretty maiden," Pidove greeted. Eevee gazed quizzically at him.

"I have no idea," Oshawott shrugged before Eevee could ask anything pirate related. "I was so worried about you. I thought you…I was so scared that you would…"

"I'd never leave you," Eevee reassured him and kissed him on the lips. "The thought of you coming to rescue me kept me going, Oshawott. I owe you my life. Again."

"You are my life," Oshawott replied smoothly and kissed back.

"Ye scurvy dogs, ye," Snivy giggled playfully.

"Not you, too!" Oshawott exclaimed in astonishment. "First Pidove, then Tepig, and now you?!"

"Aye-aye, Cap'n!" all three of Oshawott's teammates saluted.

"This is fun!" Dedenne laughed gleefully.

"We really do need a cannon, though," Pidove pointed out.

"I don't think we'll even use this raft again and you want to put in a cannon?!" Oshawott asked in shock.

"Hey, I lost a sandwich on this joyride of life and death! This is my recompense!" Pidove shouted back.

"What about a service?!"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. How is a pirate to go about planning a memorial service for a sandwich…?" Pidove thought hard. Just then, their raft washed up on shore.

"We're here," Snivy reported.