AUTHOR'S NOTE
ME: Okie Dokie! This chapter's almost ALL gonna be about GOLD! Since they're lagging behind, I'm gonna have to shorten Yellow's point of view a bit, then she'll get a bigger role in the next chapter, and the Gold-Yellow POV thing'll go to a standstill for a while ^.^
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All RIGHT! It's gonna be a normal week today!
GOLD: How's THAT all right? I mean, boredom kills, you know, and that's why they land criminals to jail.
YELLOW: I'm also a bit perplexed in the last chapter, though.
ME: What about?
YELLOW: I think I'll have to tell you later.
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ME: So, Yellow-san, what about your question?
YELLOW: Well, this took you about 3 WEEKS to finish. What made you so slow in updating?
ME: Oh, the second week of the completion of this chapter was Examinations. And besides — I DON'T HAVE A GREAT PLOT!
23rd CHAPTER: ESCAPING
LOG ELEVEN
SAME TIME; SAME DAY: MIRAGE ISLAND — FAST
SAME TIME; SAME DAY; SKY PILLAR'S ISLAND — 3:48 AM
"What utter crap do you mean?" demanded Uncle Wilton, as he looked from Gold to Barty — Gold didn't answer immediately, but just gulped: then that would explain why he wanted to come to Mirage Island in the first place. . . That just got back to what he said, doesn't it? He doesn't care about helping out on getting Yellow back. He just wanted to get that Jewel and summon Groudon — which were both on the same altitude and latitude: Mirage Island. . .
"I'm still having trouble dealing with this. . ." muttered Uncle Wilton, being ignored.
Gold just glared at Barty, hating him — he could not describe how hot his stomach was boiling right now, and how much he suffered longing just to beat the living crap out of him. Damn it — if Uncle Wilton weren't just here. . . So that meant detestation of Barty had run through his veins — his brother had been the second-last of the generation of thieves who'd attempted to steal the Jewels: then he died in Mirage Island. The Jewels were then retrieved by a middle-aged couple at that time, and who were both the guardians. . . Gold tried his hardest to process everything Barty told him.
Then their children had twins — they were left to care for them meanwhile Barty was summoned to guard the Jewels for a few days. He'd touched the Blue Jewel, thinking it was most probably the Orb to control Groudon, but he was mistaken — blown back by such incredible power, he was knocked out for the next few days until his friends, the couple who'd left for taking care of their grandchildren, showed up and healed his internal injuries.
Yet the Jewels were stolen in his unconsciousness. The thief had run away, and Barty had made an oaf to get them back, while also promising them a newer, cleaner world, while also positioning himself in the island of Sky Pillar to monitor the movements of Rayquaza.
A few years later, his other friend, Professor Oak, visited him the first time; around the time he only had his first grandchild, who was young at the time. Barty promised Professor Oak he'd study the myths of Mirage Island after Professor Oak told him the rumour about Groudon still being at Mirage Island and his research about locating him. After that, he promised to visit him once more.
His second visit took a bit longer than Barty anticipated, and he'd already collected a lot of research. This time, he brought his second grandchild along with his first. Around a week of Professor Oak's visit of Barty in the island of Sky Pillar, Mirage Island appeared right above Sky Pillar, with the entire island bigger than the one Professor Oak was on: it even reached a whole half a mile across the sea. Excited, he took his paperwork with him, and forced his 3-year-old grandson to come along with him, seeing as he was with him at the short walk.
When they left, however, Barty noticed they left a few research papers in his hut. One of them even saying that Professor Oak's stolen the Jewels and conducted research with it. But a question still remained. . . What happened to his —?
"I've just one question, old man," breathed Uncle Wilton, whom Gold guessed was about that same while was thinking this out. Barty stared into the depths of the cold weather outside, where nothing seemed to be light anymore — the moon waned, and it was complete darkness. But Gold knew he was listening. "If he's taken his grandson with him, what happened to his granddaughter?"
There was a noise of shuffling of feet, and then Barty heaved a long, mock-frustrated sigh that made Gold's hatred over him worsen. There was another girl — she's got to be the first woman in this island . . . then came his cousin. Even before Barty had opened his mouth, Gold already knew the answer — just because Barty was having a really long time thinking whether or not to answer the question, Gold had enough time to think of his own: it was just so obvious.
Barty finally opened his mouth, Gold knew, because his shadow told him so, and there was a sort of clicking sound Gold figured was Barty clicking his tongue. Trembling, Gold awaited in bated breath for his answer — making sure he was right of his dreaded theory. Gritting his teeth, he figured that since he already knew the answer, he should at least use the time to think of a strategy to corner Barty. This may be the third time, but it should work.
"You want to know. . ." began Barty, his tone sounding raspier than ever, ". . . where she got to?"
Gold took a careful step backward and leaned sideward to give instructions to Ataro. He still had doubts of his plan, though. . .
"Irrational, you know," scraped Barty in loathing reminiscence. "Reminds me of your cousin."
Gold stopped muttering commands and stopped dead. He now knew he was directly speaking to him — ignoring Uncle Wilton completely — and he anticipated such careless acts like this.
"First thing she heard of her family, it was the same time Mirage Island was about to vanish, you know," said Barty viciously; he knew Gold was listening, and that it absolutely killed him. "Tried to even fly up the peak of Sky Pillar. . . But she was wrong, now, wasn't she? Too late . . . what a pity."
This time, Gold forced himself to continue and Uncle Wilton gave him a nod of his head Gold knew to mean to go on. Gold forcefully had to continue commanding Ataro.
". . . So she came back here, in this hut, crying her eyes out. Then she figured out it returns every three and a half months . . . but to a different place. So she decided she'd stay here for 7 more months and await its return: such determination and independence for a twelve-year old girl, I must say.
"But, when that time came, the foolish girl managed to climb up to the peak — and she was gone."
"G-gone?" repeated Uncle Wilton, stunned.
Barty cleared his throat. "I actually don't know what happened to her whilst there — might've lost her virginity for all I care — but there was a report around 4 months after that incident a girl had mysteriously arrived at the peaceful city of Lilycove — quite different from the others, I'm sure. She remembers what happened to her, though she won't say anything, unlike the other girls who'd completely forgotten what happened to them after they've been zonked out."
"Y-you mean," stuttered Uncle Wilton, "She's alive? She would've — Gold said there were rapists there —"
"Ohoho," said Barty suddenly, turning around. Uncle Wilton flinched, and Gold felt it behind him: there was a sort of shiny, blue glint in his eye as his sneer widened. "There are. That's why I'm quite fascinated of how she managed to survive the whole 3 and a half months — almost a season already."
Gold stopped talking for a fraction of a second while in the middle of telling Ataro when to initiate his command, becoming very interested of the subject: if there was the slightest chance a girl could survive in Mirage Island, then surely it would happen again. He shook his head and continued talking to Ataro.
"But. . . I have my doubts," said Barty abruptly. Uncle Wilton stirred a bit — doubts? "She could've easily lost her virginity there . . . then had hidden before they'd wipe her memory clean.
"Or, in my theories, she sought the help of Celebi," Barty rasped, and there was no mistaking that there was a maniac gleam in his eye that was of hunger for power and thirst for control. Gold resurfaced from Ataro's ear and stood up straight, thinking that at least they'd have this one shot. "It's the time-travelling pokémon that is the key to opening the bowels of time and the warped space in the dimension of Mirage Island. . . That pokémon would be your key; it is the only thing to be able to cross the distorted dimension of Mirage Island — to be able to overlap the gaps of deformed time to get there even before the second of Mirage Island's dimension collides with that of Hoenn's!"
"But why d'you want Rayquaza?" Gold asked loudly — he had to be sure Barty heard that, and that was Ataro's signal: Ataro, behind Uncle Wilton's back, had jumped backwards and landed cat-like on the floor as predicted. Barty's ugly head turned to his face, his silhouette's corners shining by the moonlight — the rain had slowly cleared, and only the pitter-patter of the roof could be heard, therefore the clouds were now giving way for the moon.
Unexpectedly, the corners of Barty's mouth could be seen through the dim moonlight — and his eyes were creepily glowing a faint, icy-blue light that matched his dark surroundings: only these seemed to be seen of Barty.
Gold felt Uncle Wilton shiver beside him, and that wasn't helping much — he's got to be the man of the two of them, so why wasn't he taking a course of action? Gold tried his best not to roll his eyes and focused on Barty's gaze: Ataro's done much more than Uncle has, he concluded.
"You still don't get it, do you," whispered Barty, his voice deadly and rough. Behind him, thunder cracked, but there didn't seem to be any rain left — which was quite odd. And the rain seemed too early to stop, considering the clouds — Gold can't help but notice that the entire temperature was oddly cooler than usual even though the rain's stopped and the clouds were still up: surely if the clouds covered the cold air without gaps, then it should be warm like a blanket over a region. . . But it was still oddly cool — if possible, it seemed chillier than earlier, even. . . "Rayquaza has this sort of ability, called Cloud Nine —"
"Of course," muttered Uncle Wilton, cringing suddenly after shivering all the while. Gold diverted his eyes upon him instead, giving him a puzzled expression. "With that ability, there would be an end to the heavy downpour of water, the scorching radiance of the sun, the thick sleets of the blizzard, and the entombing sands of the desert. . ."
A sudden realization whispered into Gold's mind's ear, mumbling softly, This abrupt halt of the shower was no coincidence. . . It echoed loudly in his mind's ear, and Gold's foot had flinched so much Ataro was almost knocked backward, which will very nearly ruin the plan. But how would the weather affect the arrival of Mirage Island?
Barty let out a high, cold wheeze that was supposed to be his laugh — throwing his head backwards with a mirthless expression that made Gold think that his cackle was only to mock them. "I could get your perplexed expressions so well — not a bad brain, boy, but you'll always be a whippersnapper to me.
"Have you ever wondered where I go to in this island? Have you ever been curious why I go out every day and come back the time for dinner?" demanded Barty icily, taking a few lumpy strides forward; Uncle Wilton hesitated whether or not to take one step backward or not. Gold stood his ground: he wasn't going to let the plan fall apart. . . He had to drive his thoughts away from the plan and to think of feigning fear and interest, because Barty's eyes were gazing into his only.
"Wh — certainly not Sky Pillar?" suggested Uncle Wilton lamely, pinning himself against a wall in a panic. Gold gave him an incredulous look, not turning around but only his head so as to not reveal Ataro. Uncle Wilton gave Gold a small wink, then he understood — he was just stalling. . . Gold cringed: now that Uncle Wilton has given him time to let the command take flight, he's completely frozen because of vacillating, even half-forgetting what was going on already. He turned his head to the window, when Barty was already advancing toward Uncle Wilton, an idea popping. "B-but you still haven't answered the question. . . If Celebi's all you want, what about that Rayquaza?"
Gold didn't stop to listen: he advance forward carefully, slowly, and cleared his thoughts of his grand plan, Ataro right behind him — Barty's not noticed anything, because he's lost his full focus and was now concentrating on Uncle Wilton. There were creaky wood floors, so Gold had to watch where he was stepping, and it had just rained (Damn it.) And Ataro was still holding on his shirt so loosely he was practically swaying — Gold felt several tugs on his shirt which he knew to be the desperate attempts of Ataro on holding on.
"Oh, but I'm getting there, Wilton," wheezed Barty venomously, and his figure was starting to grow larger and larger every second he sucked air in loudly. Uncle Wilton tried to move his eyes from Barty and focused them on Gold, who was hesitantly looking behind him, which he knew to mean to stall more time. He moved his eyes back Barty's face, which was now zoomed in a bit too much, and, revolted, winced. Gold just hoped that his uncle wasn't focusing his thoughts on him and Ataro, because that will ruin the whole plan. . . "It's the reason why I've been staying on this island — why I've put too much effort in getting to Mirage Island to get Groudon and the Jewels — don't you get it yet? My trip to Mirage Island would be useless if I won't get that pokémon — Rayquaza is a pokémon possessing such power, such grace, such magnificence no other — not even a human — could attain!"
Barty stopped limping and had leaned forward so swiftly, Uncle Wilton didn't even had enough time to flinch nor to cringe — Gold's foot had twitched and hesitated on continuing the plan. Barty's voice echoed in Uncle Wilton's ear, the entire surroundings so still and quiet, his whisper was audible even from the place Gold was standing now.
"It's got control over the two legends," he hissed in his ear, and the words still lingered Uncle Wilton's mind's ear — there was a great flash of lightning, and a roar of thunder followed not a second later — the surroundings became light, then dark again. . . Each flash followed Gold's fast heartbeat, and his breathing's sound was sunk by the loud roar of the thunder — and he took this as his only chance to get to the window in the quietest possible way. "There're thousands of legends that include Rayquaza — and one of them involves the two pokémon that created the landmass and the ocean. And I think this one is the true legend for these came from solemn old folks whose age was still bearing fruit at the time, long before it ripened."
"So you're trying to look for Rayquaza and Groudon?" said Uncle Wilton, appalled — Groudon was one thing, but Rayquaza? He was stalling time for Gold, of course, but he also wanted to know the truth behind the legends . . . which will eventually lead to Yellow. So Barty's trying to kill two birds with one stone — he's doing one thing, then he'll wait a few more months to do the second part of his plan. . . Yet one question irked Uncle Wilton. "What does Groudon have that Kyogre doesn't?"
Gold was really appreciative that Uncle Wilton was stalling Barty for him, he thought as he quietly helped Ataro climb up the open window, but he just wished he wasn't asking anything that will distract him from the plan.
Barty didn't waste any time to corner Uncle Wilton up against the wall with his crane — Gold stopped adjusting Ataro, his blood clotted. The pain in his ankle was worsening when he realized that Uncle Wilton was being cornered by Barty up against a wall — he stared at Uncle Wilton for a while, his eyes huge: Uncle Wilton focused his almost-squinted eyes upon him, his teeth gritted. Uncle Wilton's collar was being held by Barty's crane, and he was pushed up against the wall — how did Barty get enough strength for that? Uncle Wilton's only open eye lingered on Gold for a while before he moved it to face Barty.
Gold had the sudden urge to beat the living crap out of Barty while he was still distracted — he could hear Uncle Wilton's slow breathing and his grunts in mid-air: he was a few inches off the ground, yet Gold couldn't understand how Barty managed to lift him off his feet with just using his crane — his arm raised above his head, Barty held the crane carrying Uncle Wilton's collar like a sword about to slit one's throat up high. Gold watched, horrified, as Uncle Wilton made desperate movements to get on the ground once more; he had almost forgotten the plan. . .
"Groudon has the power to create the landmass — doesn't that astound you? Controlling that pokémon alone could help one to dominate the entire planet! Aren't you simply amazed to hear such? Aren't you marvelling over its power? Don't you wish to have its strength?" demanded Barty, his hand practically shaking — but obviously not with Uncle Wilton's dead weight: Uncle Wilton was literally gasping for air, and Gold saw his right hand groping behind his belt for his pokéballs. "Groudon is the pokémon that makes the continents — it's got the freedom to rule over all us, unlike anyone else — not even any human else! Don't you want that? Don't you? Can't you see any other pokémon that could give you such — I don't think so!"
Barty immediately figured out what Uncle Wilton was trying to do and he literally kicked his pokéballs off his hands and they landed on the ground — Gold held his breath, knowing Barty would soon remember he was there, but he couldn't take it anymore: but then again, if they go on with the plan then maybe Barty won't tell them answers. . . He had to grudgingly wait. Ataro fidgeted uncomfortably beside him.
Uncle Wilton let out a groan, and he forcefully had to open his one eye to know what was happening. He gave up trying to reach out for his remaining pokéballs at the other side of his belt and grunted, glaring at Barty despicably — his breathing was now a bit faster than usual, and there was an expression of him that told Gold that he was clearly loathing Barty now: he even dared to look at him straight in the eye, as if challenging him of his mind-reading powers. . .
"Rayquaza is stationed at the Sky Pillar — it's abandoned its usual post in the atmosphere," breathed Uncle Wilton heavily through gritted teeth; he pathetically looked like he wanted to give out a cough, but couldn't. "You know why?"
Barty's face contorted with slow understanding that was both horrifying — and at the same time hideous. Gold stopped suddenly, seeing as Barty had unexpectedly gone rigid — and even his crane was shaking along with him. This was obviously a question he didn't anticipate Uncle Wilton would ask. . . Gold nearly swore to himself, his heart missing a beat that time, he saw Barty almost let go of his crane, but hesitated, much to his relief.
"Rayquaza doesn't seem to be the type of pokémon to easily go on a vacation," Uncle Wilton went on, seizing the opportunity to continue — Gold took this as Uncle Wilton's signal to carry on what he's doing. Appreciation overwhelming Gold's body flushed with a slight rush of affection, he gave him a nod, though he knew he wasn't looking, and turned back to Ataro. "You know this. Maybe it's sensed something wrong happening? I could tell — fish pokémon migrate when they anticipate something horrible about to happen. . . Or, in a pokémon like Rayquaza's case, go to the bottom of the case and investigate — mostly of the root of the cause of the predicted phenomenon that involves the pokémon that foreseen it itself . . . that only means it's meant to be responsible for the said expected disaster (or the like.)"
Barty's entire being had come to a halt — even his breath wasn't very apparent in hearing: for a fraction of a second, Gold thought that he was having a heart attack, having not moved for a really long time — Gold stopped what he was doing and decided to take this moment to stare at Barty. Ataro was being typically panicky, and he was holding Gold's arm just to control himself. Gold gulped, feeling his entire body tremble; without Barty, they won't be able to get the answer they —
But Barty finally made a slight movement, making Gold literally cringe, clenching and unclenching his bony fists, and he looked ready to collapse on the floor. Thunder once again bellowed outside, but there was no sign of any strong wind: not even a breeze.
"You . . . you've figured that out as if — as if —"
"I'm a professional fisherman," said Uncle Wilton loudly — meanwhile, Gold had finished doing what he was doing and boldly turned his heels, his palms against the sill of the large, open wooden window. "And I've lived in the seas longer than anyone — that makes me observe the way the water pokémon behave in the ocean — along with the ones that just fly above."
"What's your true motive, Barty?" Gold ejaculated loudly, his voice echoing in the whole hut when Barty opened his mouth. Above his quivering body, his crane was shaking more badly than he was — and he finally put Uncle Wilton down when he dropped his crane, still clenching and unclenching his fists: there was a chill that ran down his spine — Barty's nails were about 14 inches longer now. . .
The tip of his tongue licked his lips obscenely — it was honestly very terrifying to watch because Gold literally wanted to scream. Clicking his tongue afterwards, he took one step closer, his eyes turning a very dangerous shade of icy blue.
"Motive? My motive?" he whispered, then another language, quite foreign to both Uncle Wilton and Gold, had suddenly escaped from Barty's mouth that made Gold's entire body tremble in dread, but he dared not step back. Barty's eyes never left Gold's all the while he spoke in the same, sharp tone he used in his language, hissing venomously. If anything, he looked more dangerous; like a snake using its instincts.
"Wha — what's that?" yelped Uncle Wilton, on the floor, and massaging his painful neck. But, as always, Barty ignored him.
"Haven't I already told you," Barty said finally in English after the sudden outbreak of growls and hisses, not moving from the spot an inch — and that's what troubled Gold. Why wasn't he moving? "But I guess your mind is a bit preoccupied at the moment, boy. . . Kyogre and Groudon — both legendary pokémon, both strong and powerful — have their own Achilles' heels.
"The Jewels. They're the only things that could stop and control them as much as a trainer to an ordinary pokémon! And, apparently, if one of them awakes . . . the other would, as well. . ."
"So does that mean you plan to wake Groudon and take down Kyogre yourself?" exclaimed Gold, putting his plan to a halt. Barty's eyes once again turned to slits and he stamped his foot on the floor — there was a shockwave that shook the entire hut, and even Ataro, who was behind Gold's back and holding up the pokéball with his tail, had to bite Gold's hood to not move: the books on the shelf were literally falling to the ground, and the hut made of wood was actually swaying. "You're using Rayquaza, Barty — that's just wrong. And what exactly do you plan when you finally got the Jewels and awaken them?"
Barty's expression, if possible, contorted once more and his wrinkles were now building up forming a few creases of his face: and Gold has never seen him angrier before. Uncle Wilton made to get up, grunting, but Barty, much to the both of their shock and astonishment, literally blew backward his crane, which he picked up so fast, even Gold didn't detect it, making Uncle Wilton paralyzed — and unless he wanted to make a movement, he might as well give himself up to the tip of the crane now pointing half-an-inch from his neck right now: and there was once more an eruption of hissing and low growls.
"Can't you understand? Will none of you understand? I've already been trying to tell ALL of you — you just weren't listening," Barty rasped — he shot Gold a cold glare and went on, but there were still the unmistakable sounds of hissing and snarling following that becomes obvious whenever Barty has paused in a sentence because it echoes. "Some idiot — the one Oak had most likely entrusted one of the Jewels to — had let Kyogre awaken!"
"What?" Gold said, his eyes wide — Ataro fidgeted uncomfortably in fear behind him. "Then where is it now? Where's it headed? TELL ME!"
"Quiet, boy!" shrieked Barty, the hissing and growling noises echoing much more loudly than earlier. "It's now headed wherever Groudon is — and that's why I could kill two birds with one stone if I get to Mirage Island fast enough — three, if you'll let me go after Rayquaza. . ."
"So you're saying that my cousin is at stake here?" roared Gold, hot bubbles popping inside his stomach, rage coursing through his body — that old little git. Why would he help him if that'll only lead to killing Yellow? Fat chance. There was a sound of knives sharpening each other — Gold froze: he knew that sound wasn't exactly knives. . . But he had to keep going, because Uncle Wilton seemed too uneasy to even do anything. "Why should I help you if Yellow will only get killed? There is no chance of me helping you. . ."
"Oh," whispered Barty loudly, his voice hoarse, but he was shivering not with fright, but with what Gold expected to be out of pure madness. Barty's crane was already shaking as well, and Uncle Wilton was careful to avoid its tip to reach his neck, and that's just what Gold feared. "But why would I want your help? You see, I already figured out what your thoughts —" — Gold's heart missed a beat that fraction of a second — "— are of helping me. So this is just me trying to get rid of you. . ."
And now the sounds of the nails sharpening each other all made sense. . . Gold's entire physique and confidence had all been sucked out, and the chances of them winning against a monster were slim . . . but that slim chance might enlarge if only. . . Gold's eyes landed on the manuscript for a fraction of a second, then they immediately darted back to face Barty, clearing his mind of all his renewed plans. . . This might be crazy, but it'll work — and, if they're lucky, will work out well with his first plan.
"Say good-bye, Gold," Barty rasped evilly, and, raising his hands slowly from the sleeves of his toga, he sneered with a light as bright as the moon itself, but shadows dark as the intentions of his heart. Gold got ready, his lips curling into a frown, and, after he heard his uncle shout, "GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU SCUM — YOU B******," Barty lunged forward, waving his nails like the madman he is, Gold gathered all his courage and remaining hope to duck —
Ataro, who was just behind Gold the whole while, had been carrying a pokéball, and had leapt from the sill of the wooden window as Gold went for the plank safely — Ataro released the pokéball and the button had clicked — Barty's eyes grew large, and fear was apparent in his face — Uncle Wilton watched, gaping wide and gasping silently, apparently not anticipating Gold would ever do such action — the pokéball's button automatically keyed the ball open — a red beam had escaped from it —
The light engulfed the entire room — Gold didn't hesitate on using this chance and silently stood up to do something, and quickly — Barty gave an audible gasp — the red beam formed into a great big shape—the wings had managed to form perfectly, and the tail whipped, making an incredibly loud noise — its antennae were stout, but even in length — everything happened so fast, it seemed like it all happened in one blink of an eye — the red beam finally formed a body of a large ray, and the light literally shattered — it was Mantaro. . .
Astonished and startled, Barty shielded his eyes and was tackled backward with Mantaro's amazing strength (Mantaro hasn't even done anything yet.)
When Gold finally managed to regain his strength, also realizing Barty was distracted in the bundle of dirt, he shouted at Uncle Wilton, who was still gawking, climbing on to Mantaro as well, "Well, come on, then!"
Nodding repeatedly, but still looking unsure of himself, Uncle Wilton climbed clumsily on Mantaro's back, grunting — Gold rolled his eyes and gave Mantaro a slight kick in the ribs — Mantaro changed direction, giving a slight growl, and went for the large, wooden window — Gold braced himself, through his gritted teeth (he guessed Uncle Wilton was the one shouting, "NOT THAT WAY! NOT THAT WAY!") and swiped Ataro from the sill and holding him tightly in his arms just in time before Mantaro broke out of the hut, creating an even bigger window.
"YAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Gold yelled loudly, his voice echoing in the island — Uncle Wilton's screams were much more audible, though.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
"Oh, Uncle," said Gold, rolling his eyes — he focused his eyes on the sea, which reflected the moonlight. Ataro heaved a sigh in his arms; Gold lazily patted his head as he, too, patted Mantaro on the back.
"We've just escaped," wheezed Uncle Wilton, his eyes still large, and was, apparently, squeezing his arms tightly around Mantaro's back. He was gazing down the island, not daring to believe what just happened at the quickest possible time. The moon was now being covered by the clouds, he observed, because the trees of the forest were now looking more shadowed than a few minutes ago. . .
But a light had suddenly flashed somewhere below them — it nearly blinded Uncle Wilton, yet its flash was of the colour of viridian-green. . . He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned slightly.
"Gold?" he bellowed, still not driving his eyes away, the wind whipping his hair so that it scattered across his forehead. "I think we better land down here — I think I saw a bright flash of light."
"Are you mental?" Gold shouted back, and Mantaro and Ataro had haughty snarls of agreement. "We're NOT going down until we're sure Barty's still not recovered."
Enraged because Gold wasn't catching his drift, Uncle Wilton opened his mouth to bellow back, but there was a loud, piercing dragon-like roar that reverberated in the island — it was Rayquaza. Gold and Uncle Wilton exchanged surprised and fearful looks.
"Okay, we're getting down."