The bird pokemon cries as it dives off the edge of a seaside cliff.
Swooping low over the crashing waves, it searches for foolish Magikarp... or
possibly, if it is lucky, a tender, delicious Goldeen. Dodging a rock that
juts up from the churning sea, it scans the waters for any trace of food for
its young. A large object moves underwater... The Spearow lifts off just in
time; a vengeful Gyrados bursts from the water, gnashing its teeth at its
escaping prey. The long, serpentine beast growls angrily, and sinks back into
the depths from which it came. Soaring high over the sea, the Spearow's eyes
dart back and forth, searching for... what is this? A large vessel plows
through the waves, pushing out from the mainland. As the Spearow scans the
shallows, four young trainers are watching the horizon.
"Wow." Says Jeff. "I can't believe we're really going to Cinabarr Island!"
"I know!" Lizzie agrees, leaning over the rail of the boat. "Isn't it
amazing? Gosh, it seems like a lifetime since I left Viridian..."
"Man, I've been away from Stone Town for almost a year!" Rex exclaims.
"By the time I get back, I'll have my learner's permit!"
"Time has little relevance here." Katrina remarks, gazing thoughtfully
down at the waves. "It can take a good trainer a lifetime to become a master."
"True..." Jeff nods. "But I really think that we can beat anybody. Our
pokemon are strong, and so are their trainers."
"Perhaps so." Katrina replies, her hair blowing in the wind. A cool gust
of air brings a slight chill into the group. "Well, it is getting late. I
shall retire to bed. Good night, all."
The dark-haired pokemon trainer marches purposefully to the room she
shares with Lizzie.
"I think I'll go too." Lizzie agrees. "I could use a hot shower. Brrr...
It's awfully cold for this time of year."
"Yeah, I think I'll turn in." Rex says, following Lizzie. "I want to
check out something on my pokedex. You coming, Jeff?"
"You guys go on in." Jeff says without turning around. "I'll stay out
here awhile longer."
"Suit yourself." Rex shrugs. "Just don't freeze yourself."
The older boy departs, leaving Jeff alone on the top deck, staring at the
"Come to me." The voice said simply. "Come. Right now."
"Wh- wha?" Rex struggled against the voice.
"Come. Right now." The voice demanded. "Don't wait. Come. Now."
It was such a beautiful voice... Surely no one with such a wonderful
voice could mean any harm... Rex was aware that he was walking. The soft
feeling of carpet was replaced by cold, wet floorboards. He tried to think
more coherently, but the voice wouldn't let him stop. He had to keep going.
Suddenly, he realized he was standing atop the guardrail of the boat. The
ship rocked beneath him, but he kept his balance.
"Jump." The voice called. It was a woman's voice.
"W-what?" Rex asked, trying hard to think straight.
"You must come to me." The voice commanded. It was forceful, yet
pleading. "Jump. Now."
Rex heard a splash. He blinked. Below him, he could see Jeff as he
disappeared beneath the rolling sea.
"Now." The voice commanded. Rex struggled, but to no avail. He stood
tall, placed his hands forward, and prepared to-
"STOOOOOP!" A new voice screamed. The piercing sound snapped Rex back to
his senses, just as the firm hands that gripped his shoulders pulled him back
onto the deck of the boat. He landed with a thud on the floorboards.
"Rex! What happened?" It was Lizzie. She stood over him, screaming. He
didn't answer. Instead, he fixed his eyes on Katrina, who was shouting
something over the guardrail... right where Jeff had fallen...
"Why were you about to jump?" Lizzie demanded. "What's going on? Tell me!"
"I... I..." Rex sputtered. He shrugged helplessly. "I don't know!"
"Well, he has amnesia." The ship's doctor reported to Lizzie,
exiting the examination room that Rex had been in for several hours.
"Funniest thing I've seen in years... He has no recollection of anything that
happened after sunset last night. As far as he knows, it is still yesterday.'
"I just don't get it..." Lizzie shakes her head. "Why would he and Jeff
want to jump off? It makes no sense!"
"Ay, that is doesn't, Lass." A deep voice agrees. Lizzie turns to see the
elderly captain hobble down the stairs from the top deck. A green Pidgey
perches on its shoulder, squawking incessantly. "But, believe ye me, I have
seen far worse in me life, that I have."
"What do you mean, Captain?" Lizzie asks. The old sailor sits down on a
"Well, consider the facts, m'dear." The captain scratches his chin
thoughtfully. "Both of yer boys were wantin to jump o'er the starboard side
of me boat. Listen closely, they both were headed in the same direction at
the same time. Me men found no trace o the boy that went o'er the side, so me
guess would be that he made it to land somewhar."
Unrolling a seachart atop a provisions barrel, the captain points to
"The closest plot o land would be here-" He points to a large island near
the sea route. He fixes her with his steady gaze. "The Seafoam Islands."
"The Seafoam Islands?" Lizzie asks, amidst the gasps of fright
ships crew. She is stunned to see grown men cower in fear at the very name of
the tiny archipelago. "I thought they were a tropical resort?"
"Ar, the West Island be a paradise, lass." The captain nods, sitting back
in the rickety chair. "Quite the tourist spot. Hotels, casinos, and so on."
The captain takes on a solemn tone. "But the other isle, Eastern Island, is
"Cursed?" Lizzie chortles. "You don't actually mean that, do you Captain?"
"Ay, lass." The old sea dog nods grimly. "Cursed by the wretched
interloper, the Jynx!"
"The Jynx?" Lizzie arches one eyebrow.
"Oh, she be the most vile of all creatures," The captain shakes his fist
at the ceiling. "The most twisted of all beings! Mind ye, lass, she lures
sailors to her accursed isle, and they ne'er return!"
"That's an old wive's tale," Lizzie rolls her eyes. "And I can't believe
you take it so seriously, Captain."
"Well, lass," The captain continued. "All I'll say is this. I would not
like to be your boy on that island. Tis a miserable place, half-covered in
swamp, where hardly a seaman has ever set foot. If he did make it to Seafoam,
he surely be a goner by now."
Lizzie marches dutifully towards the lifeboat. Katrina walks
by her side.
The captain follows them, desperately trying to talk them out of their
"I tell ya, ladies, it is foolhardy to undertake!" He flails his arms
about. "Ye'll ne'er make it! Yer boy's a goner, and ye will be too if you
"Captain," Lizzie says tersely. "Do shut up."
"We have no choice." Katrina agrees. "We have to find our friend. If
there is some chance that he made it to shore anywhere, we have to see."
"I tell you, lass, you'll never make it to Seafoam in that dinghy!" He
shouts, pointing to the rickety rowboat they intend to use.
"You could make it easier on us if you'd drop us off on the shore!"
"Lass, I shall continue to search for the lad on the open sea as long as
I can," The captain crosses his arms over his chest. "But neither me men or
myself shall set foot on that forsaken place."
"And why is that, Captain?" Katrina asks, lowering herself into the
"Because of the sirens, Lass!" He exclaims. "Egad, ye must've heard o
them! They entrance young sailors, hypnotize them, bring them to their island
where they disappear..."
"And that's what will happen to Jeff if we don't save him!" Lizzie
argues. She pats the captain softly on his shoulder. "Look, Captain, I know
you want to look out for us, but this young man is like part of our family...
I can't go on the rest of my life wondering if I could've done something for
him. I have to find him. Please, try and understand."
The captain lets our a long sigh. Then he nods. "I understand, lass. Ye
had best take care of yeselves, though."
"Thank you, Captain." Lizzie hugs the old man, and then steps down into
"We shall be back, with Jeff." Katrina nods to the captain as they push
off the side of the boat. "I hope..."
"Wake up." A gentle, soothing voice enters into Jeff's mind.
and slowly opens his eyes. Light shines through a number of windows,
illuminating the bamboo table he lies on. He is definitely in some kind of
hut, as is evident from the grass roof above him. But what captures his
attention is the gorgeous young woman above him.
Jeff sits up abruptly, and hits his head on the low roof. The woman
giggles. Jeff rubs his head, embarassed, and looks up. She is truly the most
breathtaking figure he has ever laid eyes upon. Her long, golden hair ripples
down her shoulders like gentle waves. Her crystal-blue eyes flash in the
sunlight. She speaks in a lush, soothing voice.
"Welcome, traveler." She whispers, her soft tone entrancing Jeff. She
smiles warmly, her pearly teeth flashing before Jeff's eyes.
"Who... who are you...?" Jeff asks. But it is getting hard to ask
questions. Everything is so hazy...
"Shhh...." She cooes, placing a finger on his lips. "No more talking. You
As soon as her mouth forms the words, Jeff feels his eyes becoming heavy.
He is tired indeed. So very, very exhausted. He slumps back onto the table,
and begins snoring. The young amazon that has become his gracious caretaker
smiles mischievously, eyeing her new guest. This one would be different from
all the others. This one would stay with her forever, no matter what.
"Jeff!" Lizzie's shout echoes through the canyon. She and Katrina
cautiously venture across the beach and into the dense tropical jungle on the
Eastern Seafoam Island. "Jeff! Can you hear me?"
"Jeff, we are coming to find you!" Katrina cups her hands around her
mouth and calls. "Stay calm, we are almost there!"
Together, the two female trainers had been hiking through dense foliage
for hours, ever since they landed on the shore of the enormous island. Now
they were deep in the interior of the island, still searching for their
missing friend. But their calls did not reach Jeff's ears; instead, they
alerted another being to their presence.
"Who dares to trespass?" The amazon hisses. She leans out the hut window,
gazing down the cliff to where two young women steadily hike upward. Her eyes
blaze with fire. "They are coming for him! They shall not take my guest!"
"Hey, what's that up there?" Katrina points up the rugged path to a small
thatch roof amidst the foliage.
"Some kind of hut?" Lizzie asks, squinting against the sunlight.
"Perhaps there are residents on this island after all?" Katrina
speculates. Abruptly, she picks up the pace. "Quickly, we must see if anyone
has seen Jeff."
"Hey! Wait up!" Lizzie yells after her, running up the hillside behind
the older girl.
Meanwhile, back on the Salty Seadog, Rex's condition is no better
when the girls left. He groans with each tossing wave. Chansey, under
instructions from Lizzie not to leave his bedside until she returns, sits
patiently beside the young man. Shortly after the young woman left, Rex
collapsed into a fitful sleep, and he didn't seem to be coming out of it.
Having performed all of the medicinal care it could, Chansey sighs deeply. It
glances out the tiny window and scans the horizon for any sign of an island
on the horizon...
"Hello?" Lizzie calls, opening the bamboo door to the wooden
there anybody here?"
"JEFF!" Katrina shouts, seeing the young man lying unconscious on the
table. She is about to rush to his side, when a large, ugly figure looms in
front of them.
"What the...?" Lizzie exclaims, gagging at the horrid sight of the
creature before them. Its long, black hair flows oddly in all directions,
giving it the image of Medusa. Its grotesque, sickingly-red lips are bloated
and puffy. The only things remotely feminine about it are the twin, blue eyes
set into its face, shining like sapphires. Although, now they blaze like
"Pokemon identified." The mechanical voice of Lizzie's pokedex announces.
"Jynx. Pokemon number one hundred twenty-four. It wiggles its hips as it
walks. The Jynx can cause people to dance in unison with it."
"That... thing is a pokemon???" Katrina grimaces. "But... why does it
"JYNX!" The enraged pokemon shouts, swinging her fist at the duo of
"Look out!" Lizzie cries, knocking Katrina out of the way. The two duck
outside the door, just as a whole side of the hut crumbles into dust.
"Thrash." The pokedex chirps. "A formidible Normal attack. Avoid at all
"Oh, thanks." Lizzie mutters, rolling her eyes. "That's a big help."
"JYNX!" It hisses, bursting through the door. Both her hands are
surrounded with a faint, blue glow that grows stronger each second.
"What is it doing?" Katrina asks, on guard.
"Blizzard." The pokedex beeps. "Jynx's ultimate attack. A freezing blast
that can and will envelope any pokemon or trainer withing thirty feet. Do not
attempt to capture a Jynx capable of this skill."
"Run for it!" Lizzie shouts, sprinting down the hill. Katrina follows
suit, and the two make a mad dash for the base of the hill.
Suddenly, Jynx releases the blast. A wave of sub zero energy swiftly
flows down the hillside and covers the whole ridge in a layer of jagged
frost. Instantly, trees splinter, plants harden and shatter, Pidgey take
flight, and small Rattata flee for cover.
"I don't know what you did to Jeff," Lizzie shouts from the bottom of the
ridge. "But I'm going to make you give him back! Wigglytuff! Clefable!
Two of the pokeballs in her pouch snap open, releasing two puffy, pink
"Wiggullly-tuff!" The balloon-sized, rabbit-like pokemon squeals.
"Cluh-Faaaaaaaaaable!" The impish, fairy pokemon hums, hovering seveal
inches over the grass.
The Jynx pauses momentarily, apparently sizing up her new opponents. Then
it hisses and charges them, waving its fists wildly. Clefable and Wigglytuff
avoid her, just barely.
"Lizzie, I will assist-" Katrina starts, readying a pokeball. Lizzie
holds out her hand for her to stop, however.
"I'll handle this, Katrina." She says confidently. "You go and get Jeff
out of the hut."
"Jy-nxxxxx!" The lovesick pokemon groans as Clefable bombards it with
shining energy stars.
"I cannot bypass the Jynx." Katrina argues, unable to find a way around
the line of fire."
"Here, let me clear the way." Lizzie offers with a mischievous smile.
"Wigglytuff, Mega Kick!"
"Wiggly!" The balloon pokemon squeaks, hopping over to its disabled
opponent. Then, taking in a big breath, it inflates to an enormous size and
kicks Jynx over a cluster of trees.
"Jynnnnnnnnnnnnnnx!" The pokemon wails as it hurtles into the forest.
"Yes! All right!" Lizzie cheers, putting her arms around both pokemon.
Katrina hurries into the thatch hut. Seeing Jeff still sleeping on the
table, she grabs him by the shoulder and shakes vigorously.
"Jeff! Wake up!" She urges him. He snores loudly in response.
"JYNX!" The door bursts open, revealing the Jynx once more. Clefable and
Wigglytuff tackle it from behind, knocking it to the ground.
"We've got to get Jeff back to the boat!" Lizzie cries, running up the
path. She groans, seeing him still asleep. "Oh, great! Now what?"
"I suggest you take an arm." Katrina says, lifting up his left shoulder.
"Good idea." Lizzie nods, grabbing his other arm. Then, while the three
pokemon battle wildly, the two girls half-carry, half-drag Jeff out the door
and down the path to the beach.
"Jynx! J-JYNX!" The siren shrieks in rage. It suddenly throws Clefable
and Wigglytuff off its back as if they were rag dolls. Then it sprints down
the hill after the two girls.
"Uh-oh, Lizzie, I think it's still after us..." Katrina gulps.
"Quick! Make a run for the shore!" She shouts, dashing down the slope.
"Don't you have any more pokemon?" Katrina asks, her athletic legs making
long, graceful strides.
"Of course!" Lizzie exclaims, reaching into her pouch with her free hand.
"I sent Clefairy and Jigglypuff to Mr. Fuji, but I still have-"
"LIKI-tunnngg!" A large, pink lizard with a huge tongue chirps, leaping
from its pokeball. Jynx stops in its tracks, confronted with a new
challenger. Clefable and Wigglytuff finally catch up with her, and the trio
stares down the raging pokemon. They all seem to be waiting for someone to
make the first move. Suddenly, it happens.
"JYYYYYNX!" The psychotic siren screeches. It leaps high into the air,
using its thrash attack to gain momentum. Lizzie's three pokemon leap after
it, all four colliding in midair. A tremendous flash of light blinds Lizzie
and Katrina. In that one instant, the battle was finished.
Several nautical miles away, in the sick bay of the Salty Seadog,
eyes open slowly. He bolts upright, stunned. He sees Chansey asleep in a
chair. Then he leaps from bed, and runs from the room to the helm.
"Captain!" The young man shouts, bursting through the door. The old
seaman turns around shocked, his face white.
"Good heavens, lad!" He exclaims. "How... how be this?"
"I remember it all now!" Rex continues, ignoring the captain. "A Jynx
hypnotized Jeff and me, and told us to swim to her island! But Lizzie and
Katrina stopped me, and... say, where are they?"
"Err... they be looking fer yer mate, Jeff." He says after a moment's
"WHAT???" Rex shouts. "Are you joking? They went to face a Jynx by
themselves?!? AND YOU LET THEM???"
"I... I..." The captain sputters.
"Turn this ship around." Rex growls. "You may have given up on them, but
"I'll not budge her an inch, lad!" The old man snarls. "And ye'd be wise
to forget them! They be goners now."
"NO!" Rex shouts, shoving him aside. He grabs the controls and turns hard
to starboard. Sailors are flung to the ground by the sudden jerk. The captain
grabs his shoulder.
"What be ye trying to do, lad?" The old man yells.
"My brother Rainer taught me how to sail!" Rex states bluntly. "I've got
a good memory."
"But what be the point o this madness?" The captain sputters. "Why be ya
risking yer life fer the lot o them?"
"Because they're my friends." Rex answers simply. "Wouldn't you do the
same for your crew?"
The old captain is stunned, completely speechless. Then he smiles. "Lad
reminds me of myself," he thinks to himself. "When I was his age..."
Back on the island, Lizzie and Katrina stand with Clefable, Wigglytuff,
and Likitung on the shore. The Jynx lies on the ground, fainted. Suddenly,
Jeff yawns loudly. He slowly sits up. His eyes open. He screams at the top of
his lungs upon seeing the two girls.
"Wh-What happened? Why are you here?" Jeff sputters, leaping to his feet.
"Where am I? Why am I soaking wet? Why am I in my... BOXERS???"
The two girls laugh as the younger boy dives behind a bush.
"It's a long story, Jeff." Lizzie chuckles.
"Yes, and we'd love to tell you all about it, later." Katrina adds
Suddenly, a foghorn snaps them all to attention. The trainers cheer when
they spot the Salty Seadog steaming toward the beach, all except Jeff, who
sheepishly hides behind a fern.
"The 'Seadog'?" Lizzie laughs. "I'll be... the captain must've had a
change of heart!"
"... Lizzie... Isn't that Rex at the helm?" Katrina asks, squinting
against the sun.
"What? No way!" Lizzie's jaw drops as she recognizes the young man
steering the ship. Upon seeing them, Rex waves wildly, and if not for the
captain grabbing the wheel, the ship would have hit a sandbar.