Brian Random
I WAS FROZEN TODAY!!
Episode 5: Remembering
Chapter 1
“Well, boss,” Jerry said as he and his friends stood at the port. “It looks like we’re gonna have a nice day for it.”
He was correct. It was a nice sunny day for a cruise ship trip to one of the Seveii Islands, and news had it that wasn’t going to rain for a day or so, which it would take for the ship to arrive to that location. Each passenger was carrying their own backpacks and luggage.
Everyone walked up onto the ramp and on board the ship where they were welcomed by a medium built, bearded old man in a captain’s uniform. “Welcome, Prof. Oak,” he said politely with a smile on his face. “On behalf of Prof. Hale, I hope that you and your friends enjoy the cruise.”
“You got a tavern here?” Black Jack asked.
“Of course, sir,” the captain replied, giving him the directions of how to get there.
“It’s eleven in the morning, Black Jack,” Oak said, surprised that his companion wanted to have an alcoholic drink early in the day. “Can’t you have them later?”
“I’m going to walk around for a while. You cubs do whatever you want,” Black Jack said, ignoring what Oak said while walking away. “Just don’t get in trouble.”
“By the way, captain,” Prof. Oak said, deciding. “Has my other guests arrived yet?”
“Why yes, sir,” the captain said. “Everyone is on board.”
“Alice, you don’t seem to be worried by this,” Prof. Kesner said, sounding worried for Black Jack’s niece.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Alice replied, with assurance in her tone. “He likes to take a walk around on his own every now and again.”
“What about his drinking habits?”
“He does drink a lot but not once has he got drunk so I have no worries about that.”
Prof. Kesner’s eyes widened with shock. “I guess he has this body system that is immune to alcohol,” he said.
Meanwhile in one of the locations, Black Jack slowly walked through corridors, suspicious of what might occur during this cruise trip. The floor was made from polished wood and there were numerous doors that lead to different guest rooms. While he strolled, he spotted a small yellow rodent running across the halls and sensed a presence familiar to him but he didn’t care.
Back to Alice and friends, they too were taking a little stroll around the ship. Oak and Kesner were not with them as they decided to look for their rooms and talk about their past discoveries. Soon, Jerry came to a sudden halt and sniffed out a scent, much to his friends’ curiosity.
“What is it, Jerry?” Cassandra asked.
Jerry walked into another direction while the others followed. They soon came into a room there were numerous tables and chairs were placed neatly, people in uniforms doing their jobs and food was being served to other guests. It was the cafeteria.
“You had us follow you around for that?” Christie asked. “You just had breakfast, Jerry,”
Jerry looked back them with a dull look on his face as a growling noise occurred from his stomach. That was his response.
“You can if want to,” Alice said, letting out a sigh. “Just don’t get yourself a stomach ache like last time.”
“And don’t worry us again unless it’s important, man,” Keith said with a frown as he and his other friends walked out.
“Hey, wait a sec,” Jerry called. “Where will I find you guys when I finish my snack?”
“I spotted a sign that said ‘battling hall’ while we were following you,” Keith said. “Suppose we could meet up there?”
“Where was that?” Jerry asked scratching his head.
“We just…” Wally started, and then he remembered that Jerry was only following his nose while running towards. “It’s just down that hall and then to your left,” he answered while showing him the directions.
“Great,” Jerry said as his stomach growled even more. “Patience, my pet,” he said evilly as he gently patted his hand on his gut while walking to the counter.
As he walked away, everyone else walked out of the cafeteria to make their way to the battling hall.
Meanwhile, Black Jack visited the tavern. Numerous tables and chair were placed in different locations of the room and a number of drinks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, were behind the counter. A man in a waiter’s uniform, a chubby face and a flat top haircut, quickly rose up from behind the counter. Despite the man’s quick appearance, Black Jack wasn’t at least surprised as he walked over to the counter. “I’ll have a beer,” he said as he tossed a dollar note on it.
“Right away, sir,” the man said as he ducked down and picked up a bottle of his favourite beverage.
Black Jack grabbed hold of the bottle and took the bottle cap off with his teeth and spat it out into a nearby bin. He took a swig of beer as he began to walk out, spotting the same rodent running into another direction. “Him again,” he said.
Back at the cubs’ location, they arrived at the battling hall where numerous trainers were battling each other. There were ten battle fields in the room with trainers were battling in single or tag team battles. One field in particular had a crowd of people and pokemon surrounding it, observing the match. Interested of what was going on, Alice and her friends walked over to that particular field.
As they arrived, they saw two trainers battling each other. One of them was more recognisable than the other, especially for Alice. He was about the same age as her was wearing a green t-shirt, white thick trousers, black trainers, a pair of glasses and had black short hair. He was battling with a huge white furry gorilla like pokemon, Slaking, who was resting on his side and scratching his belly, against another trainer who was battling with his with a smaller gorilla like creature, Primeape, who appeared to have a vain throbbing in his head.
“Okay, Primeape!” yelled one of the trainers. “Use your Mach Punch attack!”
The Primeape, with the speed of a shot out bullet, ran towards the lazy Slaking. “Slaking! Use your Endure!” the other trainer instructed.
The Slaking didn’t appear to be moving despite his trainer’s command as the angry pokemon slammed his fist right in his gut. To everyone’s surprise, the Slaking wasn’t even fazed despite receiving a strong fighting move delivered by his opponent.
“What the heck! That never happened before!” the Primeape’s trainer yelled in disbelief.
“It happened now,” the Slaking’s trainer replied calmly. “My turn. Slaking! Seismic Toss!”
Slaking quickly stood up from his resting position and quickly grabbed his opponent’s face with one paw and tossed him up into the air. “Primeape!” his trainer yelled. “Regain your balance! Land on your feet!”
Primeape responded as he somersaulted in mid-air and landed on his feet but lost his balance upon landing. The glasses wearing trainer saw his chance. “Now’s your chance, Slaking! Body Slam attack!”
Slaking bored looking eyes became evil-like as he ran towards the angry pokemon and then leapt a great height into the air. As the Primeape got up, he looked to where his opponent was but he was no longer.
“Primeape!” his trainer yelled. “It’s coming from above!”
The Primeape looked up and saw the falling giant coming down on him. His face was no longer showing any anger but shock and fear before getting crushed thunderously by the nearly three hundred pound Slaking.
Dusts began scattering around the field as the impact occured. After the dust cleared, Slaking slowly got off the unconscious Priemape’s flattened body, no longer able to move. The audience was silent with awe.
“Ouch,” one of them said finally.
“Looks like Primeape’s unable to battle,” the Slaking’s trainer said as he zapped him back into his pokeball.
“Er... yeah,” the Primeape’s trainer replied nervously as he zapped back his. “Good match... er... bye.”
He was about to leave but the better trainer called for him to stop. “Hey, don’t leave,” he said loudly. The opposition stopped, wanting to know what he wanted. The trainer with the spectacles walked over to him and offered to shake his hand. “Good match?” he asked.
The other trainer looked down on his hand and smiled as he shook his hand, responding that it was a good match. There were no bad or hard feelings between these trainers as the losing trainer walked away while the winning trainer looked on with a smile on his face. The winning trainer’s name was Max Maple.
“Hey there, Max,” Alice’s voice called out to him, catching the winner’s attention.
He turned towards the voice that he found familiar. “Hey, Alice,” he said, recognising the girl walking towards him. “Long time, no see.”
They both clasped hands in a welcoming fashion. “Hey, guys,” Alice called to her friends while everyone else walked away, looking to watch over matches. “Come over here.”
“Hey there, Max,” Cassandra and Wally said in unison, their Gardevoirs also said ‘hello’ to him but in their own language. Alice then introduced Max to her other friends, Keith, Christie and Shakespeare.
“I’ve heard about you,” Christie said. “You came close to winning the Hoenn and Johto League championship.”
“Yeah,” Max said as he placed his hand on the back of head, feeling slightly ashamed.
“There’s nothing to feel bad about,” Alice said. “I came close to winning a couple of championships myself. By the way, how’s your sister doing?”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Max replied as he pointed to the person behind her. Everyone turned to the direction that Max was pointing at and saw two figures coming towards them.
One was a girl, fifteen years old, had brown that was long on side of her head; she was wearing a red sleeveless jacket and miniskirt over her tight shorts, a green bandanna over head, black socks, red trainers and black and white training gloves. The other was quite taller, he was tanned skinned, had brown spiky hair and small eyes; he was wearing a green vest over his black and orange t-shirt, thick brown trousers and blue and white trainers. They were old friends of Alice’s, May Maple and Brock.
“Hey, everyone,” May said walking towards them. “How are thing?”
“Everything’s fine,” Alice said happily. “Boy, have we got a lot of catching up to do.”
Before anyone could say another word, Jerry walked into the scene with his hand on his stomach. “Guys,” he said catching everyone’s attention. “You never guessed how many pancakes I ate in that cafeteria. I...”
He then looked at Alice and the others and realised that he interrupted their conversation. “Sorry about that, Alice. I...” he said before taking another look at Brock, Max and May. “Hey, you guys look familiar somehow,” he said with his eyes narrowed.
“Brock, Max, May,” Alice said, feeling slightly nervous. “This is Jerry.”
“Hi,” Jerry said, still deep thought as he shook each of their hands. After he shook May’s hand, which was the third hand he shook, his eyes widened with shock as he finally remembered who they were. “I remember now! May’s popular for her participation in pokemonn contests, Max’s famous for competing in the last two pokemon leagues and Brock appeared on a cooking show to show how to bake a strawberry surprise cake for a Chikorita’s birthday... and I just shook each and every one of your hands! This is so cool!” he continued excitedly, while his friends, old and new, looked on sheepishly. “I have a friend who is a celebrity and knows other celebrities!”
“Hold it down, Jerry. Hold it down,” Keith said, placing his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his friend.
“Wait a minute here,” Jerry said, suddenly becoming slightly puzzled. “If you’re here, Max, and if May’s here, and Paris is somewhere in France… does that mean…?”
Meanwhile, Black Jack stood at the end on the ship, looking at the waves of the ocean while holding a bottle of beer in hand. As he drank another gulp he felt a familiar presence and some footsteps coming towards him yet he did not turn around.
“Pika!” squeaked a small voice, catching Black Jack’s attention. He looked down and saw a small yellow mouse with a red circle marking on each cheek.
“Critter,” Black Jack replied back.
He turned to his other direction and saw a young man, who was a foot shorter, standing next to him. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, red and white trainers, a black t-shirt underneath his white jacket with black T on the back and fingerless black glove on each hand. He had small zigzag markings underneath each eye and scruffy hair that reached down to his shoulder blades.
Five years ago, Black Jack met this young man for the very first time at a Pokemon League in Hoenn. When they first battled, they fought hard and valiantly against each other and they had immediate respect for each other despite Black Jack’s violent nature.
They were then put into a situation where they had to face a great enemy who captured Black Jack’s family and some really rare pokemon, like Suicune and Zapdos. After fighting a long and hard battle, they managed to gain a victory against one of the most unforgiving opponents they ever faced.
Six months later, they teamed up to take down a criminal organisation in Oore, who mistreated pokemon and used them as biological weapons. Their toughest battle was against six of the strongest, and psychotic, pokemon who would use any means of violence to beat them. Despite that that too was a hard battle for them, and their associates, defeating those two pokemon trainers proved to be futile since Black Jack had a violent nature and this young man had a courageous heart.
This young man was the trainer that Black Jack respected the most.
Ash Ketchum, now twenty years of age, is here. “So,” he said. “How’s life going?”
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Chapter 1
“Well, boss,” Jerry said as he and his friends stood at the port. “It looks like we’re gonna have a nice day for it.”
He was correct. It was a nice sunny day for a cruise ship trip to one of the Seveii Islands, and news had it that wasn’t going to rain for a day or so, which it would take for the ship to arrive to that location. Each passenger was carrying their own backpacks and luggage.
Everyone walked up onto the ramp and on board the ship where they were welcomed by a medium built, bearded old man in a captain’s uniform. “Welcome, Prof. Oak,” he said politely with a smile on his face. “On behalf of Prof. Hale, I hope that you and your friends enjoy the cruise.”
“You got a tavern here?” Black Jack asked.
“Of course, sir,” the captain replied, giving him the directions of how to get there.
“It’s eleven in the morning, Black Jack,” Oak said, surprised that his companion wanted to have an alcoholic drink early in the day. “Can’t you have them later?”
“I’m going to walk around for a while. You cubs do whatever you want,” Black Jack said, ignoring what Oak said while walking away. “Just don’t get in trouble.”
“By the way, captain,” Prof. Oak said, deciding. “Has my other guests arrived yet?”
“Why yes, sir,” the captain said. “Everyone is on board.”
“Alice, you don’t seem to be worried by this,” Prof. Kesner said, sounding worried for Black Jack’s niece.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Alice replied, with assurance in her tone. “He likes to take a walk around on his own every now and again.”
“What about his drinking habits?”
“He does drink a lot but not once has he got drunk so I have no worries about that.”
Prof. Kesner’s eyes widened with shock. “I guess he has this body system that is immune to alcohol,” he said.
Meanwhile in one of the locations, Black Jack slowly walked through corridors, suspicious of what might occur during this cruise trip. The floor was made from polished wood and there were numerous doors that lead to different guest rooms. While he strolled, he spotted a small yellow rodent running across the halls and sensed a presence familiar to him but he didn’t care.
Back to Alice and friends, they too were taking a little stroll around the ship. Oak and Kesner were not with them as they decided to look for their rooms and talk about their past discoveries. Soon, Jerry came to a sudden halt and sniffed out a scent, much to his friends’ curiosity.
“What is it, Jerry?” Cassandra asked.
Jerry walked into another direction while the others followed. They soon came into a room there were numerous tables and chairs were placed neatly, people in uniforms doing their jobs and food was being served to other guests. It was the cafeteria.
“You had us follow you around for that?” Christie asked. “You just had breakfast, Jerry,”
Jerry looked back them with a dull look on his face as a growling noise occurred from his stomach. That was his response.
“You can if want to,” Alice said, letting out a sigh. “Just don’t get yourself a stomach ache like last time.”
“And don’t worry us again unless it’s important, man,” Keith said with a frown as he and his other friends walked out.
“Hey, wait a sec,” Jerry called. “Where will I find you guys when I finish my snack?”
“I spotted a sign that said ‘battling hall’ while we were following you,” Keith said. “Suppose we could meet up there?”
“Where was that?” Jerry asked scratching his head.
“We just…” Wally started, and then he remembered that Jerry was only following his nose while running towards. “It’s just down that hall and then to your left,” he answered while showing him the directions.
“Great,” Jerry said as his stomach growled even more. “Patience, my pet,” he said evilly as he gently patted his hand on his gut while walking to the counter.
As he walked away, everyone else walked out of the cafeteria to make their way to the battling hall.
Meanwhile, Black Jack visited the tavern. Numerous tables and chair were placed in different locations of the room and a number of drinks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, were behind the counter. A man in a waiter’s uniform, a chubby face and a flat top haircut, quickly rose up from behind the counter. Despite the man’s quick appearance, Black Jack wasn’t at least surprised as he walked over to the counter. “I’ll have a beer,” he said as he tossed a dollar note on it.
“Right away, sir,” the man said as he ducked down and picked up a bottle of his favourite beverage.
Black Jack grabbed hold of the bottle and took the bottle cap off with his teeth and spat it out into a nearby bin. He took a swig of beer as he began to walk out, spotting the same rodent running into another direction. “Him again,” he said.
Back at the cubs’ location, they arrived at the battling hall where numerous trainers were battling each other. There were ten battle fields in the room with trainers were battling in single or tag team battles. One field in particular had a crowd of people and pokemon surrounding it, observing the match. Interested of what was going on, Alice and her friends walked over to that particular field.
As they arrived, they saw two trainers battling each other. One of them was more recognisable than the other, especially for Alice. He was about the same age as her was wearing a green t-shirt, white thick trousers, black trainers, a pair of glasses and had black short hair. He was battling with a huge white furry gorilla like pokemon, Slaking, who was resting on his side and scratching his belly, against another trainer who was battling with his with a smaller gorilla like creature, Primeape, who appeared to have a vain throbbing in his head.
“Okay, Primeape!” yelled one of the trainers. “Use your Mach Punch attack!”
The Primeape, with the speed of a shot out bullet, ran towards the lazy Slaking. “Slaking! Use your Endure!” the other trainer instructed.
The Slaking didn’t appear to be moving despite his trainer’s command as the angry pokemon slammed his fist right in his gut. To everyone’s surprise, the Slaking wasn’t even fazed despite receiving a strong fighting move delivered by his opponent.
“What the heck! That never happened before!” the Primeape’s trainer yelled in disbelief.
“It happened now,” the Slaking’s trainer replied calmly. “My turn. Slaking! Seismic Toss!”
Slaking quickly stood up from his resting position and quickly grabbed his opponent’s face with one paw and tossed him up into the air. “Primeape!” his trainer yelled. “Regain your balance! Land on your feet!”
Primeape responded as he somersaulted in mid-air and landed on his feet but lost his balance upon landing. The glasses wearing trainer saw his chance. “Now’s your chance, Slaking! Body Slam attack!”
Slaking bored looking eyes became evil-like as he ran towards the angry pokemon and then leapt a great height into the air. As the Primeape got up, he looked to where his opponent was but he was no longer.
“Primeape!” his trainer yelled. “It’s coming from above!”
The Primeape looked up and saw the falling giant coming down on him. His face was no longer showing any anger but shock and fear before getting crushed thunderously by the nearly three hundred pound Slaking.
Dusts began scattering around the field as the impact occured. After the dust cleared, Slaking slowly got off the unconscious Priemape’s flattened body, no longer able to move. The audience was silent with awe.
“Ouch,” one of them said finally.
“Looks like Primeape’s unable to battle,” the Slaking’s trainer said as he zapped him back into his pokeball.
“Er... yeah,” the Primeape’s trainer replied nervously as he zapped back his. “Good match... er... bye.”
He was about to leave but the better trainer called for him to stop. “Hey, don’t leave,” he said loudly. The opposition stopped, wanting to know what he wanted. The trainer with the spectacles walked over to him and offered to shake his hand. “Good match?” he asked.
The other trainer looked down on his hand and smiled as he shook his hand, responding that it was a good match. There were no bad or hard feelings between these trainers as the losing trainer walked away while the winning trainer looked on with a smile on his face. The winning trainer’s name was Max Maple.
“Hey there, Max,” Alice’s voice called out to him, catching the winner’s attention.
He turned towards the voice that he found familiar. “Hey, Alice,” he said, recognising the girl walking towards him. “Long time, no see.”
They both clasped hands in a welcoming fashion. “Hey, guys,” Alice called to her friends while everyone else walked away, looking to watch over matches. “Come over here.”
“Hey there, Max,” Cassandra and Wally said in unison, their Gardevoirs also said ‘hello’ to him but in their own language. Alice then introduced Max to her other friends, Keith, Christie and Shakespeare.
“I’ve heard about you,” Christie said. “You came close to winning the Hoenn and Johto League championship.”
“Yeah,” Max said as he placed his hand on the back of head, feeling slightly ashamed.
“There’s nothing to feel bad about,” Alice said. “I came close to winning a couple of championships myself. By the way, how’s your sister doing?”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Max replied as he pointed to the person behind her. Everyone turned to the direction that Max was pointing at and saw two figures coming towards them.
One was a girl, fifteen years old, had brown that was long on side of her head; she was wearing a red sleeveless jacket and miniskirt over her tight shorts, a green bandanna over head, black socks, red trainers and black and white training gloves. The other was quite taller, he was tanned skinned, had brown spiky hair and small eyes; he was wearing a green vest over his black and orange t-shirt, thick brown trousers and blue and white trainers. They were old friends of Alice’s, May Maple and Brock.
“Hey, everyone,” May said walking towards them. “How are thing?”
“Everything’s fine,” Alice said happily. “Boy, have we got a lot of catching up to do.”
Before anyone could say another word, Jerry walked into the scene with his hand on his stomach. “Guys,” he said catching everyone’s attention. “You never guessed how many pancakes I ate in that cafeteria. I...”
He then looked at Alice and the others and realised that he interrupted their conversation. “Sorry about that, Alice. I...” he said before taking another look at Brock, Max and May. “Hey, you guys look familiar somehow,” he said with his eyes narrowed.
“Brock, Max, May,” Alice said, feeling slightly nervous. “This is Jerry.”
“Hi,” Jerry said, still deep thought as he shook each of their hands. After he shook May’s hand, which was the third hand he shook, his eyes widened with shock as he finally remembered who they were. “I remember now! May’s popular for her participation in pokemonn contests, Max’s famous for competing in the last two pokemon leagues and Brock appeared on a cooking show to show how to bake a strawberry surprise cake for a Chikorita’s birthday... and I just shook each and every one of your hands! This is so cool!” he continued excitedly, while his friends, old and new, looked on sheepishly. “I have a friend who is a celebrity and knows other celebrities!”
“Hold it down, Jerry. Hold it down,” Keith said, placing his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his friend.
“Wait a minute here,” Jerry said, suddenly becoming slightly puzzled. “If you’re here, Max, and if May’s here, and Paris is somewhere in France… does that mean…?”
Meanwhile, Black Jack stood at the end on the ship, looking at the waves of the ocean while holding a bottle of beer in hand. As he drank another gulp he felt a familiar presence and some footsteps coming towards him yet he did not turn around.
“Pika!” squeaked a small voice, catching Black Jack’s attention. He looked down and saw a small yellow mouse with a red circle marking on each cheek.
“Critter,” Black Jack replied back.
He turned to his other direction and saw a young man, who was a foot shorter, standing next to him. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, red and white trainers, a black t-shirt underneath his white jacket with black T on the back and fingerless black glove on each hand. He had small zigzag markings underneath each eye and scruffy hair that reached down to his shoulder blades.
Five years ago, Black Jack met this young man for the very first time at a Pokemon League in Hoenn. When they first battled, they fought hard and valiantly against each other and they had immediate respect for each other despite Black Jack’s violent nature.
They were then put into a situation where they had to face a great enemy who captured Black Jack’s family and some really rare pokemon, like Suicune and Zapdos. After fighting a long and hard battle, they managed to gain a victory against one of the most unforgiving opponents they ever faced.
Six months later, they teamed up to take down a criminal organisation in Oore, who mistreated pokemon and used them as biological weapons. Their toughest battle was against six of the strongest, and psychotic, pokemon who would use any means of violence to beat them. Despite that that too was a hard battle for them, and their associates, defeating those two pokemon trainers proved to be futile since Black Jack had a violent nature and this young man had a courageous heart.
This young man was the trainer that Black Jack respected the most.
Ash Ketchum, now twenty years of age, is here. “So,” he said. “How’s life going?”
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