Disclaimer: I don't own pokčmon. However, I do have a loveleley bunch of coconuts!



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lSeedot. An acorn Pokčmon l
lht: 1' 08" l
lwt: 9 lbs l
lSeedot attaches itself to a tree branch using the top l
lof its head. It sucks moisture from the tree while l
lhanging off the branch. The more water it drinks, the l
lglossier this pokčmon's body becomes. l
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Alex stretched out on one of the boat's deck chairs.
"Treeeeeecko!" said Treecko,(This is the life!) also stretched out on a deck chair, though a smaller one. The others had their rods out and and were hoping
some very fast water pokčmon lived here. Of course, nothing was fast enough, though a Sharpedo would occasionaly have a go.
"Nothing's gone wrong yet!" said Mr. Briney, who was at the helm steering. They would soon reach the fast-flowing currents, which was the bit Alex was
worried about. Suddenly, a trainer riding a Wailord appeared alarmingly near them.
"GAAAAHHH!!!!" Matthew yelled, as the boat rocked wildly.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOUNG HOOLIGAN!" yelled Mr. Briney.
"Cyndada cyn quil!" (You're not exactly going slowly are you?)
"Watch out! The currents are super strong today, dude!" the trainer yelled, obviously not caring his Wailord had nearly hit the boat, "I've been diving, and
went to close to the currents. Had to use Wailords super-strength to pull out, dude!" With that, he disapeared under the waves, leaving no evidence except
a few ripples that he'd been there.
"Stupid hooligan! Nearly capsised the boat, and didn't even blink!"
"Cyn Cyna!" (He did actually. I was watching!) Sharpedo was swimming alongside the boat, but couldn't carry people.
"We're at the currents, my friends! Hold on!" said Mr. Briney. Suddenly, the boat was whipped forward, sending them all flying.
"Sharpedo, return!" yelled Alex, before Sharpedo could be whipped away from them. There was a sudden CRASH! and they all were thrown into the water...

Alex woke up to the sound of waves lapping against the shore, and lifted his head to look around wildly. He felt around his belt and was relieved to
find Sharpedo and Treecko's pokč... TREECKO! Alex suddenly realised he hadn't returned Trecko to his Pokčball before he was thrown off the boat! Meaning that
he could've been washed up elsewhere. Alex stood up and looked around the beach for Treecko and realised he wasn't there. Alex looked down in dismay, but
found Treecko had been clinging to his side the whole time. He was very much relieved and managed to wake Treecko up. Treecko looked around, looking dazed.
"Tree...cko?" (what happened?)
Alex began to walk up the beach, looking about for signs of life. Suddenly, he realised it was dark... he must of been out for a while. He kept walking and
eventually found a small house with a sign outside. He squinted to read it, and said aloud, "Slateport Seashore House! Come inside and get some soda pop!
We're in Slateport, Treecko!" They continued up the beach, and eventually reached the main city.
"Thank goodness! I thought we'd hit some little island! I wonder where the others are..."
"Treeckoko!" (Worry about yourself for now!) They found a hotel and knocked on the door. A tired looking man let them in.
"Yaaawwwwnnnn.... this is the Slateport hotel... how may I help you?" he said, tiredly.
"Umm... how much is a room? Just for one night? We've been shipwrecked." Alex asked.
"Five hundred p, for you're information." Alex began searching his pockets and found precisely 500p.
"Phew!" he said, handing the man the money.
"Thank you, room 30, second floor, third on the right," the man informed them, "And don't wake up the other guests."
Alex headed up the stairs and went into the room. Treecko hopped onto the sofa, falling promptly to sleep.
"Heh. Typical.... zzzzzz," he said falling asleep as well... elsewhere...

Joe woke up, and the first thing he saw was... Peeko on top of Mr. Briney who was face down drooling into the sand.
"Yuk..." he said, turning over to find on the other side was a large number of men with spears which... were pointed at him!
"EEEEYYYYYAAAAA!!" he yelled, scrambling backwards.
"Trreeeckorororo! Treero!" they yelled, and were yelling, if Joe could understand them, can we eat him? No, he's human. So are we!
"Ummm... I come in peace?" said Joe, a bit nervous now.
"Whaa? Weird tribal people?" said Mr. Briney, who was still half asleep.
"Trreeeeeccckooo!" yelled one, running forward. "Hey, dudes, I warned you about the currents! Not black currants, mind, mmm, black currants..."
"Doh!" said Joe.
"Ya see, dudes, I am the interpretor (sp?) of this tribe, and I am the only one who speaks English," said the interpretor. "and my name is Trrrreeeeeecko,
or John to you."
"Trrrreeeeeecko, reckeco ko?" said an old looking tribe member, stepping forward.
"Reck cok keco," John said, "He said where do they come from, so I told them you were shipwrecked, which I assume is true."
"Y...yeah, why?" replied Joe, rather confused. Where did these tribe members come from? Why were they speaking Treecko? He looked down at his Pokčgear to
see the date, which was April the tenth. This meant nothing to him at the time, except that he had been out cold for two days....
"Tree! Cokok ter!" said the old man, who seemed to be the tribe chief.
"Um, you have to defeat a tribe villager, warrior and then him, then they'll take you to the shore. If you do really well you get a new pokčmon," translated
the interpretor.
"Bring it on!" said Joe, "Go Cyndaquil!"
"Oh, he also says it has to be a two pokčmon battle, not one."
"Okay, go Wailmer!" The two pokčmon appeared in a brilliant flash of light.
"Waaaiilll!" bellowed Wailmer,(bring it on!) in it's huge voice.
"Cyn cyn cyna!" (Nothing to be sarcastic about! Fooey!) said the sarcastic Cyndaquil.
"Seedot tree, Seedot tree!" yelled a villager, and two Seedots appeared.
"What are they? They said Seedot, which as far as I know isn't part of Treecko's name. Cyndaquil, tackle the one on your left! Wailmer, water spout the other
one!" A jet of water shot towards one, knocking it backwards but not doing much damage. Then Cyndaquil shot in, hitting the other one HARD.
"Seeeeeeedot!" (Eyeyeyeyeye!) yelled the tackled, and fell to the ground.
"Cyn cyna!" (One down, one to go!)
"Seeedot!" yelled the water spouted, throwing seeds into the air which landed on Wailmer's back.
"WAAIILL!!!" (OWWWW!!!) Wailmer wailed, rearing up in pain as the seeds sucked her life.
"Cyndaquil, take that other one down with tackle!" yelled Joe, and Cyndaquil happily complied, knocking the other one down and out. The seeds unraveled from
Wailmer's body, and it sighed in relief.
"Trrrrreeeeccckkkoooo!!!!" yelled a warrior, jumping forward and releasing two Nuzleafs as he leaped.
"Shouldn't be too hard! Wailmer, take down! Cyndaquil, tackle!"
"Nuzleafs, harden!" yelled the warrior, as the Nuzleafs did so. One was still knocked out , the one take downed, but the other ignored Cyndaquil's blow.
"Cynda? Cyndaquil!" (Huh? Oi, that's cheating!) Wailmer, looking at the other Nuzleaf, lept forward using takedown to knock out her prey.
"Yeah! We did it!" cried Joe.
"Um... you've got to fight the chief now. He'll be harder," said John.
"Cyn cyna! Dadacynda!" (How could anything be harder than those Nuzleaf! They were rock solid!) Suddenly, Cyndaquil hopped up onto his trainers shoulder and
whispered something that sounded suspicously like "ember" and "grown five levels." The chief tribesman stepped forward, releasing two Shiftry from some
ultra balls.
"Whoa! How can I take him out?" inquired Joe, then remembered. "Ah, yes! Shiftry is grass type, and ember is... fire type! Cyndaquil, burn those Shiftry
AWAY!"
"Cyn! cynda!" (Took you long enough...) A storm of cinders shot forward from Cyndaquils mouth, straight towards one of the Shiftry.
"Shiftry, protect!!" said the tribe chief, and an invisible wall appeared between the four pokčmon, which faded when it was hit.
"Again Cyndaquil!" yelled Joe, and more embers shot forth. This time though, the Shiftry failed to summon the wall, and was hit dead in the chest, and it
fainted.
"Yes! One to go! Do it again!" More embers shot from Cyndaquils mouth, hitting the other, though only a glancing blow, not enough to knock it out but enough
to burn it.
"SHIFTRY!" it cried in agony, and lept furiosly towards Cyndaquil, and fired a barrage of deadly, bladed leaves.
"Cynda...cyn," he said, nearly knocked out, but fired another ember. The Shiftry was hit in the stomach, and knocked out. However, Cyndaquil was on the brink
of fainting. Joe took out a super potion to use on Cyndaquil, and Cyndaquil gratefully accepted. The chief stepped forward, holding up a pokčball, which
contained... a Seedot!
"Cool! Thanks! Oh, um, interpretor?" said Joe.
"Treekotreektrek!" said John. "Now, I have to take you back to land!"
"Slateport please!" said Mr. Briney. "I don't feel up to walking!"