Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfic "Imperfect Castaway"
Chapter 6 – Ocker Island. Note: Ocker is pronounced ocka. So sorry, but this chapter is the longest so far.
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On a deserted island, an old chipmunk, about age 50, sat in his chair made of twigs and leaves, also holding his fishing rod, hoping for a catch of the day. It was the middle of the day and still he caught nothing.
He let out a big sigh. "I guess their just naut biting today; Might as well graub the net".
He extended a large net onto the ocean, and pulled it gently. He was happy to have caught some small guppies, and surprised to have caught something even bigger.
He quickly rushed over to the net. He put the guppies in a small tray, and untangled the 'large' thing he caught.
"'Ello! Whaut do we hauve here!?" He stared at the thing for a bit longer, turned it around, and finally figured what it was.
"It's a...a… chipmunk?" This chipmunk was wearing a signature red T-shirt with a huge letter A in the middle, as well as matching black and yellow basketball shorts. His clothes had been faded by the water and torn slightly. He was also barefoot and without his signature red cap.
The old chipmunk continued to stare at it, and then placed his ear over the chipmunk's chest.
He felt a pulse. "(He's) still aulive". He thought for a second on what to do. "I could aulways try mouth-to-mouth resuscitation or the 'ol drop the coconut on his head trick".
He stood there rubbing his chin on what to try. Then it came to him….
"Oh well, coconut it is!"
He quickly climbed up a nearby coconut tree, pulled out a few coconuts and rushed back to the unconscious chipmunk. He released a coconut from his palm and it quickly landed hard on the chipmunk's forehead. He dropped another coconut onto its forehead, and suddenly the chipmunk was starting to open its eyes.
"W-Wh-Wha…." said the weak chipmunk.
"You've been out for quite a while there, mate", said the old chipmunk who had a beard that trailed down to his stomach and wore rags sewn up by leaves.
"WH-Where… Where am I?" the chipmunk asked again.
"Where are ya? Ha-Ha, welcome to Ocker Island. I'm Ocker".
"O-Ocker?"
"Thaut's my name. Was yours mate?" Ocker let out a hand to help the marooned chipmunk up.
"Me? Well, my name's Alvin. Alvin Seville".
"Aulvin Seville!? Hmm, thaut name sorta rings a bell. Are you a singer?"
Alvin stood there pretty confused and almost nauseous. "I'm a singer, basketball player and humanitarian".
Alvin dusted off some sand from his clothes and looked around at the island.
"How did I get here?" Alvin asked politely.
"I caught you with my net. You are a chipmunk aren't you?"
"Of course I'm a chipmunk! Hence the fur on my body!" Alvin replied in an annoyed tone. "Wait a minute! Last thing I remember was the sinking ship, then I dove into the ocean. I think I was about 15 feet below the surface and then all of a sudden… blank". Alvin paced around while telling his story. Then he groaned saying, "Ah man… I bet my teammates are safe and rescued while I'm here on this god-forsaken island!"
"Now I know you!" said Ocker, "you're Aulvin of the Chipmunks!! No!?"
"That's right, I am… or at least now I was. (Sigh) They're probably wondering where I am right now... or maybe Coach is telling them what happened to me!". Alvin headed for the shore.
"Wait! Whaut are you doin'?" yelled Ocker.
"I'm swimming back to LA!! I can't let them know I'm dead!!"
"You'll neva make it!! This island is miles away from civilization, and by miles I mean double-digit miles, maybe even triple!!"
Alvin stopped swimming, floating there in the water. "Triple-digit miles!?"
Ocker was right. Alvin could never swim that far. Worst of all he didn't even know if this island was located on a map. Alvin swam back to the island, trying to think of another way to get off this island.
"Well if swimming my way back won't work, then maybe I better put my survival skills into action. I'll be right back".
"Where ya goin'?" asked Ocker.
"I'm gonna circumnavigate this island, see what I can find to build me a raft".
With that said, Alvin starting walking through the entire island. While walking, all he could discover where plants and trees the size of L.A.'s skyscrapers.
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That night, Ocker was preparing a fire to cook the guppies he caught earlier. Just then Alvin was back with about a dozen piles of logs in his hands.
"Bauck so soon?" asked Ocker.
"Hey, this island's pretty big", replied Alvin, "about the size of Downtown LA. Even the trees remind me of LA's skyline". He put the logs down and sat adjacent to Ocker.
"What'cha makin?" asked Alvin, who hadn't eaten anything all day.
"Oh, just some smaull fish I caught earlier today".
Alvin nodded his head while also savoring his tongue.
Ocker saw his action and said, "Relax boy, there's plenty for you and me!"
Alvin couldn't help but feel happy that his old guy would be more than happy to share his food with him.
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That morning, Alvin, who had been sleeping on the sand, got the pile of logs he retrieved from the island, found some rope and tied the logs together to make a medium-sized raft.
Out of nowhere, Ocker appeared and was surprised at what Alvin was doing.
"What're doing?" asked Ocker.
"I told ya, I'm getting off this island!!" replied Alvin.
Ocker came by to see the raft Alvin was making. He observed it well, and then raised an eyebrow at Alvin.
"Mate, this raft if so baud, it won't even hold for a quarter-mile".
Alvin stopped what he was doing. "Are you saying my survival skills suck!" yelled Alvin, who was angry at Ocker for criticizing him,
"Thaut's not whaut I said, mate, I'll I'm sayin' is thaut this raft is poorly constructed, if I do say so myself".
"Are you saying that you can build a better raft than I can!?"
"Thaut's what I'm sayin', mate".
"Now lookey here old munk!" said Alvin in a macho-man state, "I am twice your size and half your age, alright, now you need to just chill, and let a real man, err, munk do his thing, OK!!"
"Oh!" replied Ocker "so you're sayin' you're the 'real' munk! Tell you whaut, Aulvin… we're goin' to hauve a little friendly wager".
"I'm listening", said Alvin.
"We're goin' to, how you American's say… wrestle each other, to see who the 'real' munk is. First one to fall on the sand 3 times loses. If I win, you stay on this island, but if you win, you are free to leave this island at anytime!"
"Look you, I don't wanna break your spine or nothing, but if that's what's gonna get me off of this damn island, then so-be-it!"
"Do we hauve a deal then?" said Ocker, holding out his hand waiting for it to be shaken.
Alvin thought about the deal, but what did he care, he knew he could take this guy on. He finally reached out his hand.
"Deal!" said Alvin as the two shook hands.
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It was a very scorching afternoon on the island, as the two were warming up for their wrestling match.
"I'll have you know", said Alvin stretching out his legs, "that not only was I on the basketball team, but the wrestling team at UCLA as well. I even used my brother Theodore to practice my moves, and, my maximum bench press happens to be 250lbs. I'll be off this island faster than you can say 'piña colada'".
"That smaull talk won't help you in this mautch", replied Ocker.
The two stopped stretching and made their way onto the sand where they would wrestle.
"Look, since I have the advantage of being younger and in better shape, I'll let you get the first move, old munk", said Alvin in an egotistical tone.
"All right, but it's your funeral, mate", replied Ocker.
With that said, Ocker quickly grabbed onto Alvin's arm, spun him around and tackled him down to the ground.
"Hey, I wasn't ready!" complained Alvin.
"It still counts", replied Ocker, who was also holding up a number one with his finger.
Alvin quickly got back on his feet.
"Ya, well in America this is how we hold up number one" said Alvin who was putting up his middle finger in front of Ocker.
Ocker glared at Alvin; he knew what the 'finger' meant.
Alvin suddenly charged at Ocker, who was kneeling down on one knee.
As Alvin got closer, Ocker grabbed Alvin's thigh with his right hand and Alvin's right arm with his left hand. Ocker then pulled Alvin on his shoulders, stood up, and flipped him to the ground. Alvin landed hard on his back.
"That's two, mate. Had enough?" asked Ocker.
"I'm just getting started", replied Alvin, dusting away some sand from his clothes.
Alvin charged at Ocker again, only this time, they were in a grappling position.
Both chipmunks were deadlocked at each other, as no one had the dominant position.
'How can this be' thought Alvin, 'this guy's gotta be like 500 years old yet he's about as strong as I am, maybe even stronger!"
Both chipmunks would be locked for about another minute, when… all of a sudden, Ocker grabbed onto Alvin's waist and lifted him up over his head with his arms fully extended.
'No way' Alvin thought again, 'I weigh at least 180lbs, and I'm only 6 feet tall, there's no way a guy his age would be able to lift me up… unless he strength trains with Bowflex!"
Ocker suddenly threw Alvin to the ground with great force that Alvin landed flat on his stomach. He tried to get up, but failed.
"Three strike's you're oaut!" Ocker yelled happily.
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Alvin lay there on the sand, some in his mouth, as he finally got up and stared angrily at Ocker. He didn't just lose… he got his ass whooped by an old man, err, munk.
"I… guess you won", said Alvin. He had never tasted defeat like this before.
Ocker happily shook his head.
Alvin started to walk away, when suddenly… his raised his fist and aimed at Ocker.
With no hesitation, Ocker grabbed onto Alvin's fist. Alvin tried hard to push his fist back so he could punch Ocker in the face but, since Ocker's grip was so strong, Alvin couldn't, as he had no other choice but to let go.
Alvin stood there rubbing his wrist diligently. This time he charged at Ocker like a blitz move in football.
Ocker quickly grabbed onto both Alvin's arms, spun him around so that his arms were behind his back, and pushed him to the ground.
Alvin tried hard to break free, but Ocker had him in another deadlocked and dominant position.
"You're pathetic, you know thaut", said Ocker, "if you simply rely on anger and feraucity in your mautches, you will aulways taste defeat".
"Who are you, my English professor?!" replied Alvin, struggling to break free of Ocker's grip.
"No!" yelled Ocker, "I'm just an old munk! Now tell me if you can break free!"
"Just watch me!!" Alvin tried many different attempts to get loose, but failed.
"Tell me if you can break free!!" Ocker yelled again.
Alvin wiggled his arms a little, even moved around in the sand, but still, nothing.
Ocker yelled one last time, "TELL ME IF YOU CAN BREAK FREE!!"
Alvin stood there screaming and yelping, "I… I…"
"YOU WHAUT!!" replied Ocker.
"I…I….I….." Alvin had no other choice but to give up, tears already forming in his eyes … "I… CAN'T!!"
Ocker saw that Alvin wasn't trying anymore, so he finally released him.
Alvin still laid there in the sand, crying his eyes out.
"Mate, you trust in strength that comes from outside, when instead, you need to trust in strength that comes from inside you".
"What, are you some kind of philosopher now!" asked Alvin, still crying.
"No, but I can truly tell that not only do you wish to get off this isle, but that you truly miss your faumily".
"Look! That fact that I lost to you in some stupid wrestling match won't convince anyone, since it's only the two of us here. I'm still getting off this island no matter what!!" yelled Alvin, who also started to walk away.
"Yes! Just the two of us!" yelled Ocker. "You've only been here for 2 days, yet you still maunaged to get your auss whopped by someone who's been here FOR 12 STINKIN' YEARS!!"
Alvin immediately paused, and turned around.
"12 YEARS!!" Alvin asked.
Ocker shook his head and also gave Alvin a death-glare.
Alvin couldn't help but feel guilty. He dropped to the ground and sat criss-crossed applesauce.
"And here I am bitchin' about how badly I want to get off of this island. I had no idea".
Ocker sat down next to Alvin.
"Look, I'm really sorry Ocker. You weren't trying to hurt me; you were just trying to teach me a lesson".
"You've got a lot to learn, my boy".
Alvin suddenly stood up staring into the horizon. He heard the sound of doves crying and the waves crashing onto the shore.
Alvin couldn't help but smile. Ocker wondered why.
"So uh… I guess I gotta stay on this island, huh?"
Ocker shook his head in agreement.
"Probably about forever, huh?"
"The deal was that you stay on this island; howeva, you stay and I teach you 'The Way of the Munk'".
"The Way of the Munk?" asked Alvin.
"It's a basic learning instruction that will teach you survival, skill, and most important, trust, aull to get off this island".
Alvin turned his head to face Ocker; also with a raised eyebrow.
"Boy, you're naut stayin' on this island, foreva", replied Ocker, who returned the smile.
At that instant, Alvin hugged Ocker tightly. Suddenly, his stomach began to growl.
"So, you've been on this island 12 years now, and you still managed to survive without food?"
"Follow me, Aulvin", said Ocker, as he led Alvin in the heart of the island.
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Ocker and Alvin continued walking through the island.
"12 years. WOW! I don't even know if I can spend 12 days on this island, let alone 12 minutes".
"Believe me, my first couple of days here were pretty rough, but you'll grow to get used to living here. Oh! Here we are!"
They were in the middle, or the heart, of the island, as Alvin couldn't believe what he saw.
Beautiful palm trees, as well as trees that grew coconuts, bananas, oranges, apples, and strawberries. Ocker then led Alvin further into the heart, when the two came across a beautiful, riveting waterfall. The water was fresh, clean and safe to drink. Alvin was amazed, as he felt that he would never go hungry again.
The two came across an apple tree.
"Pick yo' fav'rite", said Ocker.
Alvin picked a big, red apple from the tree. He was suddenly eating it, and was joyful at how ripe and fresh it was. He also rushed to the waterfall to drink some water. Ocker could see how happy and satisfied he was.
"Your training begins in a week, Mr. Aulvin", said Ocker.
"A week! Why?" replied Alvin.
"You're going to need the extra energy, trust me. Hauve a pleasant night".
With that said, Ocker disappeared, leaving Alvin with all of the fruit trees and the fresh water.
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Alvin wasn't happy he was stuck on this island, but instead happy to have found a new friend and teacher in Ocker.
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A/N: That's right, Alvin's alive! Please tell me what you think of the story so far. :-D