This part was editted on Maay 27th, 2006 by Lonepichu ooo "Finally, we're here." Jack Swellow sighed as he pulled the Queen Misteria into the harbor of Celadon island. It was late afternoon and the sky had just began to show a tint of orange as the sun had started to lower itself. Jack Swellow docked the ship and he and Misty both got off the ship and walked along the harbor into the entrance of Celadon Island. Misty gasped as she looked upon the city. She had never seen a place quite like this one. The buildings were all falling apart, and the streets were littered with every sort of trash. Grumpigs that were covered in mud and other such creatures ran wild upon the streets. Rattata could be seen popping out of trashcans and houses. The whole city was run down and covered in extreme amounts of filth. "What is this place?" Misty asked in disgust as a Rattata ran by her foot. "This is paradise, if you're a pirate that is." Jack Swellow began to make his way down the crowded street with Misty close behind him. "I have someone that I must meet here, he can help us find what we're looking for." Jack Swellow continued down the street. "You mean the Bla-" Misty began until Jack Swellow cut her off. "If you know what's best, you won't mention anything of what we are trying to do publicly. There are untrustworthy ears everywhere on this island, so watch what you say and who you say it around," Jack Swellow warned her. Finally Jack Swellow turned down a side street and came to a small pig-pen. There, several Grumpigs were nuzzling the ground with their noses. Sleeping amidst the grumpigs in the pen was a tall, tan, plump man who was several years older then Jack Swellow and Misty. He grunted in his sleep and turned over into the mud. "Yo ho, wake up. Grumpigs do not make good bed partners." Jack Swellow yelled at the man. The man woke with a start and turned over and stared up at Ash with his squinty-eyes. "It's bad luck to wake a man whilst he sleeps." the man said as he stared up at Jack Swellow. "You are no man when you sleep with pigs, Brock." Jack Swellow offered his hand to Brock, who accepted it and stood up. He was taller then Jack Swellow and Misty, but just barely. "Brock! Is that you?" Misty asked the man standing in front of her, covered in mud and pig filth. "Why, blimey, is that you Misty? I haven't seen you in ages." He stopped and eyed her. "You've grown, I must say and in more ways then one." Misty blushed, then closed her eyes angerly. "Yep, same old Brock." "So, what brings you two here?" Brock asked. "We're here on business. Perhaps it would be better to discuss this else where." Jack Swellow said as he looked around. Below him, the Grumpigs were grunting and sniffing the ground for some scraps of food. The sun had almost completely finished setting now, and it was getting very dark outside. "Alright mate, we can go to the pub, but the lass may be uncomfortable." Brock said, motioning to Misty. "I'll be fine," Misty sniffed. "If you say so," Jack Swellow sighed. ````````````````````````````````` Brock had led them to a small pub in town called 'The Brew for You' and he then led them inside. The three of them took seats at a small round table in the corner. The inside of the pub was as filthy as the streets of this city. Men were shouting in drunken glee and it was dark and dingy inside because of the poor lighting. "I'll get the drinks mates." Brock told them as he slipped out of his seat and over to the counter. "Ash, what happened to Brock?" Misty asked. "He just left to get some drinks" Ash said. Misty sighed, he may not remember being Ash, but he was still as dense as he ever was. "No not that, I mean why was he sleeping with the pigs?" Misty asked. "Oh, I can't remember much, but first his father re-married. Then the woman his father married died as well and his father dived into a deep depression. Soon the depression consumed him and he parished. Brock became depressed as well at the death of his father. Brock soon took to the pirate life to help him forget all that had happened to him. I can't remember much else, and Brock doesn't like to talk about it. Please try not to ask him either," Jack Swellow said seriously. "I won't. It sounds like he's been through a lot." Misty sighed as Brock returned with their drinks. Apple cider for all (well, what did you think they were going to drink). "So, what's the plan?" Brock asked as he took a swig from his glass. "Well, we need to locate Togetic, so we need a supersonic attack. That will be the only way, besides guess and check, which will waste too much time," Jack said quietly. "True, but how do you know that they haven't already found the island and killed the Togetic already?" Brock asked as he took another great swig from his glass. "I've got a hunch." Jack Swellow said as he flashed the golden rose at Brock, then quickly concealed it again. "Don't think finding the island would do much good if they don't have all the roses." "Jack, you sneaky devil, when did you..." Brock began until Jack Swellow cut him off. "Can I count on you to help me retrieve young Misty's Togetic?" Jack Swellow asked as he set his untouched glass of apple cider on the table for Brock to have. Brock took a swig of Jack Swellow's apple cider and replied "Sure, I'll help you out anytime you need it." Jack Swellow picked up Misty's abandoned mug and clinked it against Brock's and drained it, the way pirates always seal deals. ooo So, how'd you like part 5? Better then part 4 I think. 'till next time, this is the Lonepichu signing out