Bridging The Gap; The Final Records In Unova: An Autobiography

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"I'll be cleaning out my boat while you two kids head off to battle the Gym Leader," Captain Billy said with an unpleasant look on his face.

"Again, I'm really sorry," I apologized to him. "I'd be glad to help you clean up!"

Captain Billy shook his head. "No, no. You two go on, now. I'll be here when you're both done and we'll continue on to Nimbasa City."

"Please, sir, allow us to clean up the mess," June insisted. "We wouldn't mind you accompanying us to the Gym. We don't want to leave you here alone, cleaning Gary's puke."

I lowered my eyes in shame at June's words.

Captain Billy waved her offer away. "Oh, no. I don't enjoy Pokemon battling. I battle the waves, and endure the tests of the wild when they're thrown at me, but I never engage in actual Pokemon battles and I get no enjoyment from watching them. You kids enjoy yourselves. Clean up, get some rest, and find some food to eat. Battle your little fight in the morning. Might as well be cleaned and refreshed and with a clear head. Maybe I'll come down and see you two at one of them Pokemon hospital buildings or something."

I smiled, grateful he was being so patient. "Alright then, Captain Billy. We'll be back as soon as we can."

"Take your time!" Captain Billy called after June and I cheerfully as we turned around and walked through the sand, deeper into Cenumerus Island.

A metal signpost in a grassy clearing not far from the sandy beach read: Cenumerus Island. Population: 3,000. Square Miles: 70.

A huge forest surrounded houses and buildings. The buildings were on opposite ends of a single strip of concrete pavement. In between every building, a tree or two sat there, towering high.

The door to a building opened, a chime ringing as a man stepped out carrying two bulging bags. He squinted hard at June and I as we walked towards him, and a smile crossed his face.

I stopped and turned to him, June stopping beside me.

"Hey, there! I don't recognize you two. Are you tourists?" the man called to us as he got closer.

"Hi. I'm Gary, and this is June. We're not really tourists. Would you happen to know where the Pokemon Center is?"

The man nodded and turned around. "About two thousand feet from this spot, a good six hundred second walk, is where you'll find the Pokemon Center, and a Nurse Joy that reaches five feet in height, her pink hair in curls reaching twelve inches in length, with a typical pink nurse's outfit ending right at her knees, her pink and white size six sandals just at a centimeter thick from the ground to just under her feet."

I stared at the man, speechless, my eyes wide in surprise.

"Huh?" June stared in confusion.

A strong breeze ruffled the man's dark blue jacket as he struggled with his heavy bags of groceries.

"Thank you, sir," I said quickly. "I'm sorry to have held you up. Have a good day."

"Sure thing," he said, lifting his arms against the weight of his bags. With a nod and a smile, he walked past us.

"What in the world was that?" I asked June.

"Well, it was very exact, at least. Come on! I need a damn shower! I stink!"

"Me, too. We're not far."

We ran quickly, and within only a few minutes, we spotted the red P that hung near the top of a white building and ran inside. We didn't stop running, jetting past a couple of startled people in the lobby, until we reached the ever so young Nurse Joy, looking at us in surprise, but then smiling warmly.