As I sat on the island, not knowing what to do, I heard footsteps behind me. Someone's boots sinking in the sand. I froze, not able to move.
thud. thud. thud. thud.
I broke out of my trance and turned around to see a boy. A boy with jet-black hair, an eyepatch on his right eye, long, crimson sleeves nearly falling past his arms, large brown boots, and a cutlass pointed at my head.
"What er' yar' doing in oir' sea?..." He said in a mildly menacing voice. I didn't know what to do. I raised my hands in the air. Another person walked up behind him. It was a girl with Dark, purple hair, bright, blue eyes, A navy blue shirt, and a small pirate cap. She was holding a Flintlock.
"Blimey, Kale, why'd yar' stop the ship- oh? What ave' you foun' ere'?" She said, pointing the flintlock at me. the male pirate, supposedly 'Kale' pushed his cutlass closer to me.
"Me' said, whos' are ya'!" He yelled. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
"ugh..." they both groaned. Kale raised his cutlass. I tried to dive out the way but he hit me with the handle of the cutlass. I passed out.
I woke up, strapped to a large mast.
"Well, well, well... Look who we got here..." A woman in front of me says. She leans in. She has a Captain's pirate hat, long, bright red hair, shining Purple eyes, tight, black boots, many scars, half her left arm is tightly stitched on, and a scarlet, long-sleeved shirt with a crimson coat.
"Who are you! Where am I!" I said, honestly worried for my life.
"Oh? She's a feisty one!" The captain said, turning to the rest of the crew. I swore under my breath.
"Now tell me... What's your name?" She said, she didn't use any weapons to threaten me... but her tone was oddly threatening... I hesitated a bit...
"Skylar..." I said. "Where am I!" I yelled.
"Well, Skylar... You are aboard the Pionera! Spanish for Pathfinder." She said in a lively, now less threatening voice.
"Okay..." I said. "Now what? Are you gonna... You know, kill me or something?" I asked.
"Kill ye'!" The woman chuckled, walking away for a few minutes. She soon returned holding a Cutlass. I should've just kept my mouth shut.
She raised the sword above her head. I closed my eyes, ready to die... once again... But it never came... I opened my eyes. The ropes binding me to the mast were gone.
"Come on, get up, ye'!" She said. I slowly got up.
"Follow me." She said. And I did so. I didn't want to die yet.
She led me to a small room in the bottom deck of the ship, which I assumed was her little office-room. I don't know what it's called. There were 3 Pokémon in the room. I guess Pokémon really DO exist in this world!
Standing on the desk, was a Wartortle, spinning around in circles. Wait... Is that some sort of bottle next to it? Pokémon can get drunk!?
Sitting on the left side of the desk (from my view) was a Poliwag, spraying water at some small, wooden targets.
And the final Pokémon in the room, was a Vaporeon, the top half of its body hanging on the desk, the lower half hanging off. The Vaporeon purred happily when the captain entered the room. The captain walked around the desk, and sat down on a chair, crossing one leg over the other. She motioned her hand towards a chair on the opposite end of the desk, and you sat down.
"Well, Skylar. You seem like you could be a good little addition to our crew here..." She said, staring into my eyes. Then, she started to laugh.
"I saw you're interested in the Pokémon here..." She began. "Want one?" She finished.
"Wait, what!?" I said. Did this woman judt ask me if I wanted one of the Pokémon that are probably hers?
"Go ahead. Take your pick. You'll be a perfect addition to our team... All of us have Pokémon, so go ahead. Pick one." She said. I smile, looking at the Pokémon before me. I could get used to this place!