Jacob yawned as he felt the water spray against his face. He had been travelling since dawn, and it was very tiring doing nothing in the sun all day. If it wasn’t for the ocean water being kicked up by the inept swimming of Nero, his Blastoise, he would certainly have been sweating from the heat. He wiped some ocean water off his brow, and spit to his right into the ocean. The salt was drying out his mouth, and he reached behind him pulling a bottle of water out from his pack. He took a big gulp before returning it to its proper pouch. He sighed as he stretched his arms. “How much longer?” he thought to himself.
But it wasn’t all bad. To his left, keeping pace with him was Momo, one of his friends from school, riding her Samurott which seemed to be swimming much more smoothly than Nero was. Jacob and Momo had been close for some years now, and the two of them both liked to travel together. The fact that he wasn’t alone made this trip far more bearable.
That day, they were travelling to the Lost Island, a small island several miles off the coast of Hoenn said to be home to plenty of rare, believed to be extinct pokemon. It wasn’t easy to find, even with a pretty accurate map, and they had already been looking for the damn thing for hours. Lunch had come and gone, and they remained in the water. Jacob was starting to believe that maybe the island was just a legend when a speck of green caught his eye on the horizon. He turned to Momo, pointing forward.
“You see that? Over there?” he shouted over the sound of the churning water from the speed of both water types. “That must be it! Come on we’re almost there!” Jacob was ecstatic; after so long, just as he was beginning to think they never would, they finally found it. The Lost Island was an island that did exist, and he would finally be able to get out of the damn ocean. “Pick it up!” He shouted, more towards Nero (Blastoise) than Momo.
But it wasn’t all bad. To his left, keeping pace with him was Momo, one of his friends from school, riding her Samurott which seemed to be swimming much more smoothly than Nero was. Jacob and Momo had been close for some years now, and the two of them both liked to travel together. The fact that he wasn’t alone made this trip far more bearable.
That day, they were travelling to the Lost Island, a small island several miles off the coast of Hoenn said to be home to plenty of rare, believed to be extinct pokemon. It wasn’t easy to find, even with a pretty accurate map, and they had already been looking for the damn thing for hours. Lunch had come and gone, and they remained in the water. Jacob was starting to believe that maybe the island was just a legend when a speck of green caught his eye on the horizon. He turned to Momo, pointing forward.
“You see that? Over there?” he shouted over the sound of the churning water from the speed of both water types. “That must be it! Come on we’re almost there!” Jacob was ecstatic; after so long, just as he was beginning to think they never would, they finally found it. The Lost Island was an island that did exist, and he would finally be able to get out of the damn ocean. “Pick it up!” He shouted, more towards Nero (Blastoise) than Momo.