Washed Ashore: Pokemon Are Real
Pit of Dispair

She awoke to a change in the way the boat shifted in the water. Heather's eyes opened, her mind wondering what caused the change. The first thought which came to mind for her was thinking another storm came up, which bothered her greatly. Yet, the way the boat moved – she quickly realized it wasn't the same as before. She let out a groan, her eyes closing from lack of sleep, her mind wandering back into the realm of sleep. "Maybe they got the motor running?"

She didn't think much about the fact they might be returning to shore, beyond the fact she might possibly have a break from Felicity. It definitely bothered her, the way the girl treated others. Amy of course, she wasn't sure of, given the fact the girl felt – she couldn't place her thumb on it, but then a knock came at the door. She took a deep breath, getting up from the bed, aggravated someone woke her from her sleep.

She walked over, opening the door to find Amy there, a smile on her face despite the fact the smile which seemed perpetual at first started to fade as time wore on. "What?"

"They're rescuing us."

"What?" Heather's eyes blinked once, her mouth hanging open in surprise at hearing someone was rescuing them from the pit of despair. The fact she'd considered the place this – it felt strange, yet she wondered, given the fact she'd seen what looked like Magikarp, and the teacher and Amy saw a Gyrados if she'd really left the pit of despair. Taking a deep breath, she headed towards the deck, where she heard the motor from the boat tugging them.

Looking around, she saw the scientists along with Amy and their teacher up on deck, but Felicity was in fact nowhere in sight. She looked around for a bit, including at their tanks with the supposed Magickarp in them. She finally let out a sigh. "Hey teach?"

"Yes?"

"Where's Felicity?"

"I knocked on her door first, given the fact she was up here right before the boat arrived to tow us to shore, but she didn't believe me when I said that we were being rescued."

"What an idiot." Heather paused, lifting up her hands. "I didn't mean she was – is an idiot, just that she's acting like an idiot right now. Care to go with me Amy and convince her to come out?"

"I..." The other girl looked up, still smiling, but now Heather got a better look at the other girl's eyes and wondered if there was something worrying about the other girl. She brushed it aside when Amy said. "Yes," and they headed down below again. Amy was, in fact, the first to knock on the door of Amy – and Natalie's small cabin – what had been their living quarters the past few days. In Heather's mind, she was glad it was over. "Felicity?"

"Go away!"

"Oh, come on." Heather let out a sigh.

"I'm not going to believe no teacher's lies."

"But we really are being saved. I saw the boat up above."

"Then how come they passed us by before? They were up in the sky but didn't rescue us. Why not."

"Um, because they had to relay the location to the boat which would bring us into shore." Heather placed her hands on her hips. "Come on. My baby sister acts more mature than you do."

The door finally opened, but Felicity glared at Heather. "That is most definitely not true. I am actually very mature for my age – I've been told so..."

"By who?" Heather was honestly curious who'd told Felicity that her behavior was considered mature when she definitely saw the girl steal from Natalie's bag.

"Doesn't matter. I'm more mature than you and plus, I'm older than the two of you."

"You're not acting very mature, though." Amy pushed two of her fingers together, one from each hand, while looking at the ground nervously, expecting Felicity to possibly call her a name again. In fact...

Heather watched Felicity open her mouth, her eyes narrowing. "Don't. Don't call her a name, because that will just prove her right and you wrong. Plus, it's annoying." She pointed her thumb up towards the deck. "Why don't you come up on deck and see for yourself that we're being rescued, alright?"

"Its probably just an illusion, just like those Magikarp."

"You know when you say that..." Heather's words came out of her mouth without thinking, but then Felicity wasn't acting in what she considered a sensible manner. "It makes me think you actually believe those to be Magikarp."

"Fine. The whole Gyrados was an illusion."

"I know what I saw."

"Says the girl who hauls a Pikachu doll around with her like some major baby."

Amy's eyes blinked, her mouth opening. She definitely looked like she was going to cry. Heather folded her arms across her chest. "Really?" She shook her head. "Don't you know how to be nice? I get the fact our world's been turned upside down, but it wouldn't hurt you to be nice. Plus, you're not the one who saw the Gyrados, right? You saw the Magikarp that we agree might not be Magikarp, but it would be interesting if they were Pokémon. It's some kind of new discovery, the scientists said, which..."

"Which what?"

"Might get your name in the papers."

Felicity stared. "You mean I'd become famous."

"Well, fifteen minutes of fame kind of thing."

"I might get picked up by Hollywood."

"Yeah, I don't think that's how it works. I think you'd need to be in something like a play, but let's head on up the stairs, okay? So we can be on deck. Pack your things."

"I don't have my notebook with my story."

Amy spoke again, obviously just as baffled regarding Felicity's behavior. "That wasn't your notebook."

"Yes, it was."

"No, it belongs to Natalie and you didn't have her permission to use it."

"She's dead, so..."

"She's not dead." Amy's words were definitely not something Heather expected.

"You just want to believe that's true."

"No." Amy shook her head. "I asked." This was likely before Heather got upstairs, possibly when the teacher arrived at her door before Amy came to hers letting her know they'd been rescued. It felt like something Amy would ask. "They're the reason they're out looking for us."

"The reason?" Heather felt a bit worried regarding those words. There was no reason they wouldn't be out searching for them when everyone knew about the school trip. Something wasn't right, but thankfully, or perhaps not thankfully, Felicity brushed by her, heading onto the deck.