Originally posted by RockXIII March 18, 2009
Stumbling, Fujitsu got onto to sturdy dock, and off of the ferry that seemed to want to fall apart. He danced and flopped about like he had just survived some horrible event that could have killed him (if you didn't count the storm they had on the second day at sea). He greeted everyone around him with so much enthusiasm that it occurred to him that he might be scaring them, so he went back by the captain.
He was waiting with a smile stretched upon his face, expanding his watery beard at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head as Fujitsu skidded to a halt and fell flat on his butt, in a puddle, soaking his pants. Getting up, he brushed off his back-side with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Woah. NOT COOL SEA!" he yelled, pointing at the sea. He took a step back in surprise when he saw a wave conveniently forming an inappropriate hand gesture at him. His mouth fell straight open.
"Hmm? What did you see?" the old man asked turning in the direction Fujitsu was facing.
He turned to face him with an exasperated look on his face. "The sea just flipped me off!!" he yelled. "It really IS alive!!"
"Well, come onto the boat, you lunatic. You forgot your things," the seaman chuckled.
"Oh!" said Fujitsu, skimming his back. He ran onto the boat, and tripped on the side of it, falling on his face (him saying "AW COME ON!" and the captain laughing), he got up and ran to the back of the ferry, and stopped in front of a leather chest. He stood the for a minute and then picked it up and strapped it on his back with the two straps attached to its sides, and set out to the dock again.
The captain had walked aboard again, no doubt to see if he was seeing things the first day of their departure, and was not disappointed, but he also had a Wingull perched on his shoulder, pecking at his beard. The old man was reading something, and had a very serious and sad look on his face.
"Hey, ol' seadog, whatcha got there?" Fujitsu called out.
The captain looked up at him and pursed his lips, handing him a pink, Happiny themed letter. Fujitsu recognized it as a message from a Sinnoh pokemon center, and undoubtedly his own, seeing that he always worked there whenever he though the time was right to spend his free time with, and lately, things had not been going so well. He wondered...
He opened up the letter and began reading the beautiful cursive handwriting that could only be a Nurse Joy's handwriting. It read:
I know you've set out for you journey and may already be there (at Cyren, I mean), and I'm sorry for bothering you with this, but things haven't been going well here. More and more trainers have been coming in with injured pokemon that have been recently caught, and altogether, we've had seven fatalities since you've left, and it hasn't been a full two days yet. Oh, it's been a horrible disaster and I don't know what to do, but you continue your journey. I just wanted you to know.
Fujitsu dropped the letter into a nearby puddle, his hands twitching. He just stared out at the town, suddenly feeling fearful, not for himself, but for the other pokemon. He couldn't believe what he had just read, and regretted reading the message. This was a high death toll, even for their town. The most they ever gotten in a day was usually two fatalities, but this... this was unbelievable.
He shut his eyes and shook his head, trying to reject what he had read, then fingered two tiny balls in where his belt was supposed to go. His Pichu and his Tyrouge. Were they still okay? He knew the problem lay with unused pokeballs, but he still couldn't help be let his mind wander in grim directions.
Finally, he tightened his grip around thin air and walked off the boat, cursing. The captain's face was now infused with sadness and concern as he watched Fujitsu walk away, waving him goodbye, and he returned the wave, weakly.
Fujitsu walked around for a minute until he found a red building with a giant pokeball painted on it appeared in front of him. Almost hesitantly, he walked inside, and took a seat by a television, setting down his trunk.