Author's Note: Sorry about not writing! My teachers are piling up
homework as summer approaches...
On and on it went. The steady roll of the tide, the cool salty spray, the silvery moonlight, the distant squawks of Wingull or an occasional Water Type...But the Pok'emon were just as dull as the monotonous sea, too drowsy to take interest in the Ghost Type floating across their waters. And no land in sight anymore...
"VEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"What was that?!" Gastly said aloud.
"EEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEE!!!!"
"An Eevee?"
She turned to see a small boat a few dozen yards away. Gastly floated over to investigate. Finally, something interesting!, she thought. As she reached the boat (now wincing at the loud cries so close to her), sure enough, a brown, fluffy Eevee sat wailing for help over the boat's edge.
"HELLO?" she yelled over the noise.
"V-vee?" whimpered the Pok'emon, confused.
Oops, thought Gastly. She'd accidentally made herself invisible in her boredom. She concentrated, then slowly appeared.
"Ahh!" said the startled Eevee.
"Uh, I heard you..." said Gastly, realizing how obvious that was.
Eevee backed away.
"Y-you! You're – a Ghost Type aren't you?" he stammered.
"Don't be afr– "
"Tara warned me about you!"
"Who?" asked Gastly, already a little annoyed.
"Get away!" he said, teeth bared, ears back.
"I'm trying to help!"
"Huh?"
"I-am-try-ing-to-help." she pronounced, "And who's Tara?"
"My...trainer...But – "
"I heard you calling for help, and here I am," she said impatiently.
Eevee slowly relaxed.
"I thought...Tara told me about ghosts that would come to people lost at sea. They would tip their boats and drown them."
"Well what are you doing out here all alone?"
"We were fishing," said the Pok'emon, "And we got attacked by a Gyarados. Tara fell out of the boat, and the waves took her back to shore. She was alright, but then she couldn't get back to me. She said she'd go get her father's boat but...I just kept going further out to sea, and then it got dark...I thought no one would come. I'm so hungry."
"That human! She abandoned you!"
"No! She'd never do that! I know she's still trying to find me."
"Whatever...Do you know which way you came from?"
"Over there," he said, waving his tail in the direction Gastly had already been going anyway.
A purplish glow surrounded the boat, lifting it in the air.
"What? What're you doing?"
"Let's get you home."
Author's Note: Now that I'm only writing about one Gastly instead of two, it's much easier, and less confusing! I can just call the Pok'emon by their types now – except maybe in the end when the two Gastly are back together...or if I create more characters of the same species, but I doubt I'll do that.
On and on it went. The steady roll of the tide, the cool salty spray, the silvery moonlight, the distant squawks of Wingull or an occasional Water Type...But the Pok'emon were just as dull as the monotonous sea, too drowsy to take interest in the Ghost Type floating across their waters. And no land in sight anymore...
"VEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"What was that?!" Gastly said aloud.
"EEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEE!!!!"
"An Eevee?"
She turned to see a small boat a few dozen yards away. Gastly floated over to investigate. Finally, something interesting!, she thought. As she reached the boat (now wincing at the loud cries so close to her), sure enough, a brown, fluffy Eevee sat wailing for help over the boat's edge.
"HELLO?" she yelled over the noise.
"V-vee?" whimpered the Pok'emon, confused.
Oops, thought Gastly. She'd accidentally made herself invisible in her boredom. She concentrated, then slowly appeared.
"Ahh!" said the startled Eevee.
"Uh, I heard you..." said Gastly, realizing how obvious that was.
Eevee backed away.
"Y-you! You're – a Ghost Type aren't you?" he stammered.
"Don't be afr– "
"Tara warned me about you!"
"Who?" asked Gastly, already a little annoyed.
"Get away!" he said, teeth bared, ears back.
"I'm trying to help!"
"Huh?"
"I-am-try-ing-to-help." she pronounced, "And who's Tara?"
"My...trainer...But – "
"I heard you calling for help, and here I am," she said impatiently.
Eevee slowly relaxed.
"I thought...Tara told me about ghosts that would come to people lost at sea. They would tip their boats and drown them."
"Well what are you doing out here all alone?"
"We were fishing," said the Pok'emon, "And we got attacked by a Gyarados. Tara fell out of the boat, and the waves took her back to shore. She was alright, but then she couldn't get back to me. She said she'd go get her father's boat but...I just kept going further out to sea, and then it got dark...I thought no one would come. I'm so hungry."
"That human! She abandoned you!"
"No! She'd never do that! I know she's still trying to find me."
"Whatever...Do you know which way you came from?"
"Over there," he said, waving his tail in the direction Gastly had already been going anyway.
A purplish glow surrounded the boat, lifting it in the air.
"What? What're you doing?"
"Let's get you home."
Author's Note: Now that I'm only writing about one Gastly instead of two, it's much easier, and less confusing! I can just call the Pok'emon by their types now – except maybe in the end when the two Gastly are back together...or if I create more characters of the same species, but I doubt I'll do that.