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Summary for Chapter 2: Ash, Brock, Pikachu, May, and Max are at the beach. While 
they are all having fun, they don't notice the storm that's coming. He gets in 
trouble while he's surfing. Can Ash's friends save him before it's too late, or 
will he meet his fate with the merciless ocean? 

Hey everyone! Here is Chapter 2 as I promised! Hopefully I can have Chapter 3 up 
within the next two weeks. Please R&R! If you have any suggestions, then please 
suggest them! Now, on with Chapter 2!


Chapter 2-Washed Away

	Ages: Brock-21, Ash-16, May-15, Max-13

The sun was shining brightly in the clear, blue sky. There were four people 
walking along a sandy road that was just south of Slateport City. A young man 
who looked like he was in his early twenties was speaking. He had a deep tan, 
spiky, brown hair, and he looked like he would never stop squinting. 

"Hey guys, how much longer do you think before we make it to the beach?" 

"I don't know, Brock", said a teenage girl. She had medium-length brown hair 
that shimmered in the sun. "Hey, Ash, what do you think?" 

"Uh, I don't know, May." The boy had a confused look on his face. He had a tan 
and the messiest black you'd ever seen. He had a cap on, so his hair didn't look 
that bad. "What do you think Pikachu?" 

"Pika Pika!" The Pikachu was sitting happily on the boy's shoulder. He looked 
like the healthiest Pikachu you'd ever seen.

A slim boy wearing glasses luckily knew where the beach was. "Hey guys! I see 
it! It's up ahead!" 

"Thanks, Max! What would we do without you and your navigation skills?" His 
sister responded with happiness, because now she could finally get the tan she 
wanted. 

"Hey May", said Ash, "I'll race you to the water!"
 
"Okay, you're on!"

The two ran as fast as they could to see who could get to the water first. Ash, 
who wasn't looking at where he was going, tripped over a beach chair. 

"I beat you Ash!" said May excitedly.

"Ash! Are you okay?" said Brock running up from behind him. 

"Yeah", said a humiliated Ash.

"You should watch where you're going!" said the angry owner of the beach chair. 

"I'm sorry, sir. I will next time."

"Well, since we're here, don't you think we should forget this and have fun?"

"Yeah Max, you're right. So who wants to go surfing?"

"You can count me in!" said Brock.

"Pika pika!" (Me too!)

Brock, Ash, and Pikachu had fun surfing and trying to see who could catch the 
biggest wave. May was sitting in her chair with a bikini and sunglasses on. She 
was trying to get a tan, but instead, she seemed to be getting a sunburn. Max 
was having fun researching all the different Pokèmon on the beach and in the 
ocean. Some trainers on the beach even let him observe their Pokèmon. The ocean 
was clear and sparkling blue. Everything was perfect. But a little while later, 
while the five were all enjoying their activities (except May maybe) some dark 
clouds started to gather in the sky. Pikachu, being a Pokèmon, noticed this and 
sensed danger. It tried to warn Ash and Brock, but couldn't get the message 
through. It decided to leave the two and get out of the water. About an hour 
later, it started getting dark, even though it was three in the afternoon. None 
of them really noticed this (except for Pikachu who was trying to warn them), or 
the people that were leaving. Thirty minutes later, when the sky got really 
dark, Brock finally noticed what was going on and got out of the ocean. It was a 
little too late though.

"Hey guys, it's getting dark. Don't you think we should go now?" 

"Yea, Brock. It's getting really scary. I didn't get my tan anyway."

"Yeah, May. You look like a Corphish! Ha ha!"

"Stop it Max!"

Ash, being a little slow, saw his friends on the beach and felt the rain start 
to fall. He finally realized what was going on. Unfortunately, Ash was too far 
out on the ocean and couldn't swim back before it started raining heavily. 

"Ash! Can you swim to us?"

"No Brock, I don't think I can make it!"

"Ash!" said May, "You have to try your hardest! You can make it!"

"Pika pi-pika!" (Ash you have to make it you can do it!)

"The current is too strong! I can't swim against it! Send out one of my Pokèmon 
to pull me in!"

"Ash! Don't you remember?" said Max, "You left all your Pokèmon at the Pokèmon 
Center except for Pikachu! Pikachu can't swim out there to get you and neither 
can we. You HAVE to try to swim back to shore!"

"Guys!" said Ash panting heavily, "I can't swim anymore! Tell my mom and all my 
Pokèmon I love them. I'm really gonna miss you guys. Thanks for always being 
there for me. I really appreciate it. Don't cry too much over me. Tell Misty and 
all my other friends I'm gonna miss them. I'll see you guys again someday..."

"Ash! No!" May was crying hysterically.

"Ash! You can't leave us! You're just like a little brother to me!" Brock was 
crying too.

"PIKA pika-pi! Pi-pi pika!" (No you can't leave me! You're more than my trainer, 
you're my best friend!"

"Ash you can't give up! We won't be the same without you!" Max was trying to 
hold back his tears, but just couldn't.

The four were all crying and hugging each other for comfort. They couldn't see 
Ash anymore. The same thing was going through their minds. What will they do 
without Ash? Why couldn't he swim harder? Why couldn't they have done something, 
anything to save him? What were they going to tell everyone else? Why did this 
have to happen? The four decided to leave before things could get any worse. 
They all packed up their belongings sadly and went back to the Pokèmon Center 
with heavy hearts.

Meanwhile... 

Ash was out on the ocean being tossed and turned. Luckily, he caught hold of his 
surfboard and held on as tightly as he could. He was thinking about his mom, 
friends, and Pokèmon and how much he loved them. He was even going to miss Gary 
and Team Rocket. Ash was wondering what it would be like to die. How would he 
die? Does it hurt? What would happen after he died? Where would he go? He was 
miles out into the dark, murky ocean, and no one could save him now. It was just 
Ash and his surfboard. He couldn't hold on anymore and started to loose 
consciousness. Ash was out in the stormy, unforgiving ocean. He was now 
unconscious, losing grip of his surfboard, and, he was dying. What was even 
worse was that whirlpools were forming in the ocean. A few were getting really 
close to Ash. Unless something happened immediately, he would die. It would take 
a miracle to save him...     





Ooh, a cliffhanger! So, how did you like it? Was it boring? Were you on the edge 
of your seat? Was it okay? Let me know. I am working on Chapter 3 right now. 
TTYL!