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A Pokeadventure part 3: Saviour of the Red flames

"Let me try," the old man said, standing up, "I'm not as weak as I look."

Misty and myself were about to stop him when we realised it would not harm

We would be stuck here if he didn't try, so he might as well

The old man got himself into position, hands wedged in the gap and back bent

We heard a crack as if a Fissure had opened up, and the old man stepped back, snapping the wood from the wall

"Wow, you are strong," I said. Whilst Misty added, "Indeedee," like one cool Hipster

Not wanting to take the plaudits, the old man threw the wood down and said, "right, now we need a plan."

All three of us sat down and talked about what to do next

As neither Misty nor me had seen much of the ship, we had no idea where the gap would take us

The old man, who told us his name was Brock, said he had seen around the Galleon a little before being thrown in the room

He told us that the gap went into the hold, and that from there we could get out onto the deck

He said he could use some rope and wood in the hold to rub together and create an Ember

This could be used to set Fire to the crates so they would Burn Up

Once done, we could Charge on to deck, masked by the smoke, Dive off the side and with a Swift Swim could make it back to land

Overall, the plan was a little Wishiwashi, but it was the best that we had

"Let's Go," I said and started to squeeze through the gap

Misty and Brock followed me, and soon we were surrounded by boxes

The hold was lit by one lowly Lanturn that rocked every time there was a Gust of wind

There was no time to wait though, so Brock got on with his task

I'm not sure what was in those crates, but as soon as Brock got the Fire started there was an Eruption

A Heat Wave blasted over us and we needed to Dive to get out of its way

When we stood again, there was so much smoke we were Koffing and Weezing

We would be Burnt to a crisp if we stayed there, so we quickly heading for the steps and ran up to the deck past the Vileplumes of smoke

This part of the plan had worked though, as a Smokescreen hide us from view

"Oh no," Misty said, pointing over the side. The ship was moving and there was no land to be seen, how would we Escape now?

"Don't worry," Brock said. A small bird, a Fletchling that had recently left its nest, had landed on the railing, "there must be land around here somewhere."

We decided the best action was to move around the Deck and see where the landmass was so we could jump off at the right point

Breaking through the smokey mist, we saw a hubbub of activity

Pirates ran this way and that, grabbing buckets of Water and darting to the hold

In all the Confusion we thought we were safe

But then some Pirates charged toward us, attacking with a cat o Ninetails

It was all I could do to Dodge the attack