Jessie, who was very unhappy about not only not getting to spend today asleep
on a boat feeling the warm sun against her face, but actually having to stay in
a mosquito invaded lake in the middle of no where. 
	She sulked, and went to the tree where their casual clothes were. The clothes
were now clean, and dry.
	James walked up to her. "If we're Butch and Cassidy now," he said, "Shouldn't
we be in our Team Rocket uniforms?"
	Jessie sighed. "Let's keep them neat for tomorrow morning. That's when we're
getting our boat, you know.
	James nodded, and yawned. He took his green shirt off of the tree branch and
put it on. He shivered, because it was still a little damp, but it he knew that
as soon as the sun was all the way up, he would probably be grateful for it. He
pulled on his jeans. They were now comfortably worn after being thrown into a
river, and put through two days of hiking.
	He glanced over at Jessie, who has also put on her clothes too. 
	They both walked silently back to the lake. The birds were chirping, announcing
the sun as it came up. It was a beautiful dawn.
	Jessie went one way to set up their tent on the shore so they could be in the
soft sand again. 
	"James, I'll be over here in the woods looking for firewood, okay? I'll be
right back." Jessie said as she walked into the woods.
	James in the mean while, was trying to figure out a way he was going to catch a
fish. He could use his shoestring as a string, but he had no pole, or bait. Or
maybe it was the other way around. He had plenty of poles… long strong sticks
lined the place where the sand met the dirt. And he could probably find a worm
of some kind. Maybe the problem was that his shoestring was to short. Now,
completely confused, he picked up a sharp twig and hurled it into the water,
where it landed with a splash. 
	He searched the bad, and finally found a piece of very thick thread once again
from Jessie's sewing kit. He grinned to himself. What a useful thing that kit
turned out to be.
	In a few moments, he had a fishing pole set up and was just planting it in the
sand with the string and hook hanging in the water when Jessie returned from the
woods. 
	"I'm back," she announced. She gave an acknowledging glance towards James'
pole. "Good work."
	She through the wood in a pile, found their binoculars in their bag, and using
the glass started a fire. 
	No sooner did James come up to join her did he hear a splash, and have to run
back to get the fish that he had just caught. He returned a few minutes later
holding the flopping fish triumphantly in his hand, with a big smile on his
face.
	Jessie was impatient, and didn't want to wait a moment longer to congratulate
James. She took the fish, and held it by its tail. Almost casually, she whacked
it quite forcefully on a stump, killing it with one blow.
	James stared for a moment, and then said softly, "I couldn't have done that…"
	"Well I could," Jessie said coldly, "I'm starved."
	She then took James' pocketknife out again, and cut into the fishes cut, and
began to remove its insides. 
	James turned a brilliant shade of green, and ran to the lake where he through
up. He always was easily sickened by stuff like that… when he was in school, he
couldn't even cut open a caterpie for a biology project.
	When he returned, he saw that Jessie had jabbed a stick through the fish, and
it was roasting in the fire.
	She looked at him with an amused grin and a twinkle in her eye. "What kind of
man would be so squeamish?"
	James just shuddered. "I don't like that, I just don't."
	Jessie laughed. "I should have gutted a fish there in court… if you couldn't
have stood THAT, then I'm pretty sure that the jury would have seen that you
couldn't have killed a person…"
	They laughed for a moment, and then there was a silence again. The fire
crackled.
	James' eye twitched. He was all ready very sleepy… he didn't know if he could
stay awake long enough to eat the fish…
	Jessie gave him a whack, and he woke up again. 
	She then cut the fish in half, and gave him his share. "There are bones in it,
just be picky, James… this isn't sushi."
	James nodded and ate the fish, while mumbling, "Sea food… that's probably all
we're going to get to eat for a long time. I'm all ready getting sick of it."
	Jessie laughed. 

	As soon as her head hit the pillow, the dream returned to Jessie's mind.
	"This will never work."
	"But it has to, my children…"
	And then the scream. The crying. 
	Jessie moaned in her sleep, and she felt hot tears running down her face. 
	But tonight, there was more. There was a long blank where it was just screaming
and blackness, and crying. But the sound of that faded out, and the song
returned. The soothing piano music, and the beautiful cords on the guitar raced
back to her. But this time she heard something else. She heard the same voice of
the same man who had screamed and he was saying, "That's a wrap, that was
'Silica Island'…." And then she heard the end of the song that had plagued her
for so long.
	She woke up again, and the sun was just setting. She stretched and yawned,
wiping the sleep out of her eye with one of her hands. She didn't feel rested,
but somehow she felt a sense of refreshment from finally hearing the end of the
song.
	She rolled over, expecting to find James still asleep in the sand. She jumped a
little when she saw he wasn't there. She looked outside the tent, and he wasn't
there either.
	She ran out to the campsite, and he still wasn't there.
	"JAMES?" she called.
	"Mmhmmm?" Came his voice. She looked up and saw him up in a tree.
	She glared up at him. "James, why are you in that tree? You scared me to death!
I thought they had caught you!"
	James shook his head. "No, they haven't caught me. I had just woken up early,
and kind of wanted to see the sun rise before I woke you up."
	"Oh," Jessie said, putting her guard down. She looked at the horizon, and sure
enough over the lake was a beautiful sunrise.
	"You're up early," James said, as he jumped down from the tree. "The way you
were screaming I would have thought that you wouldn't get any rest…"
	"Was I screaming again?" Jessie said softly.
	James nodded, concern in his eyes.
	"Well I'm not rested," Jessie said changing the subject. "So let's get going!"
	She opened the bag, and tossed James' his Team Rocket uniform.
	James caught it, and commented aimlessly, "You need to put some more gel in
your hair after you put that on, you know."
	Jessie glared at him. "I know that, I've used gel with my OLD hair too!"
	James grinned, and changed into his Rocket Uniform. It was still clean and
pressed from the trial, and it gave him a great feeling of contentment to be in
his old duds again.
	Jessie was also changing into her Team Rocket uniform. She felt much better
about hiking being in her good old boats then those annoying tennis shoes. Her
feet were just not meant for that.
	They grinned at each other as they slipped on their gloves.
	"We're ready!" James said.
	Jessie shook her head, and then said in a sultry Cassidy voice, "Oh no, say it
like Butch."
	"Oh sorry," James said in a raspy voice coming from his throat.
	Jessie giggled. "Perfect!"
	"I bet Butch is a smoker…" James said.
	"Me too," Jessie agreed.
	Together they walked west. They could hear the ocean; it wasn't that far away
to the south. And maybe soon, they could hear it coming from the west too. 
	It took the whole night's worth of walking. But just as the sun was rising they
saw the sparkling water, and a harbor.
	Jessie felt like she could jump for joy, like they had gotten away from the
cops for good. She smiled at James, who smiled back.
	"Well, I suppose," said James, "That we should go down there, and get some more
to eat, right?"
	Jessie nodded. "And we have to see if we'll get into any trouble with these
disguises."
	They walked down together, and found a place that was serving breakfast tacos
and stuff.
	It was really a tiny town, smaller than even Pallet, or Cinnabar Island. But
there was one of two homes, and a store that was also everything else the town
needed, including a restaurant. 
	They went inside, and sat down.
	"Oh waiter!" Jessie said loudly in a snobby voice. 
	A serious faced man turned around, and walked over to them unblinking. He was
probably about twenty. He had a black shirt and an expressionless poker face. He
looked Jessie over, and then said, "You're in Team Rocket." It was a statement,
not a question.
	"Yeah, we are!" So Jessie. "But we're off duty right now, and we're just
passing through…"
	"And will you please," James said in his raspy voice, "Stop wasting our time
and get us some breakfast?"
	The waiter nodded. His eyes were as cold as stones, Jessie thought.
	After a few minutes he returned with some eggs and bacon as well as some toast.
He put it in front of them.
	"Thank you," Jessie said politely.
	The man walked away.
	As soon as he was gone, James said, "Whoever that guy is, he gives me the
creeps."
	Jessie nodded. "I know what you mean…"
	They mumbled in silence together as they ate their breakfast about their
waiter. Jessie whispered softly that maybe he knew who they were. James was very
positive that he didn't. These disguises were the best they ever had. His
suspicious glance was only because they were on Team Rocket. In such a tiny town
people weren't used to Team Rocket members coming into a diner to eat like
normal people. Just because they were members of Team Rocket didn't mean they
had to eat too. In Celadon, though the people were nervous of them, they allowed
Team Rocket members to be part of their town like normal people. Because they
were normal people.
	When they had finished their breakfast, they got up slowly.
	The waiter saw them leaving, and walked to their table to collect.
	James handed him the yin that their meal had cost, and then asked gruffly, "Do
you know of a place we can rent a boat?"
	Stone Face (Jessie and James had come up with this nick name for him since they
didn't know what else to call him) nodded gravely. "As a matter of fact, I have
a boat… but you won't have to rent it, I'm trying to get rid of it. You can have
it; it's of no use to me… I have a Lapras now."
	A shiver ran down Jessie's spine. The thought of using a boat that Stone Face
had given them some how caught her wrong. She looked at her partner, who didn't
seem to be having the same feeling.
	"We'll take it," James said.

	Stone Face lead them out and pointed to a medium sized speedboat. It wasn't a
cruise ship as Jessie had dreamed, but it wasn't a leaky paddleboat as James had
imagined either. There was enough room in the back for all of their stuff, and
two seats.
	"It's yours," Stone Face said coldly.
	Jessie and James stepped into the boat and it felt pleasantly perfect. James
sat down in the drivers seat, and leaned back. Jessie got in the passenger seat
next to him.
	"Leaving all ready?" Stone Face said with no tone in his voice.
	Jessie nodded. "We told you we needed a boat… would you kindly set us free?"
	Stone Face cut the rope, and James stepped on the gas. There was a whir as the
engine started, and a loud splash from the wake that splattered out onto shore.
James drove it as fast as it would go, much to Jessie's delight. "I always knew
you were a good driver! We really should get you a license!"
	The speed of the boat blew Jessie's hair back and she laughed. James glanced at
her uneasily and said, "I would like to feel the wind blowing my hair back too…
but it's short now."
	Jessie just laughed at him. "I don't think we're going to sleep today… that is
until we find an island…."
	They were too busy having fun (they couldn't help it) that they didn't notice a
small object with a red light flashing on and off softly beeping…