From: RobfromVoid (RobfromVoid@prodigy.net) Subject: [PW!] S.S. Anne Sets Sail! Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/03/21 Minax stands in the crow's nest of the S. S. Anne cruiseship, staring off to the brilliant Vermilion City sunrise in the horizon. She's wearing a black bikini top with a brown vest over it, tight navy blue shorts, and her usual black leather boots. She's wig-less in public for the first time since she boarded the ship, since she temporarily took off her long black hair wig so that the cool morning breeze could blow through her real yet dyed red hair. She's been waiting for the ship to leave Vermilion Port for weeks. It's the first day of Spring, and she just can't take the waiting any longer, "It's time to take matters into my own hands. Literally." Minax looks downward. Just below the crow's nest is the captain's cabin. Minax leaps. The red-haired Rocket lands on the ceiling of the cabin that belongs to the old fool that is the captain of the S. S. Anne. She places her black hair wig back on her head, adjusts it so that it covers any redness in her hair, and climbs down the side of the cabin onto the deck of the ship. Minax finds the door that leads into the cabin, knocks twice, and waits. When no one answers the door, she kicks the door swiftly, but it doesn't break open, "Damn." She pulls her revolver out of her holster and one trigger pull later, the doorknob-less door has swung open and the revolver's canister only has five bullets left in it. "Ugh... Please... don't shoot... me..." A green-faced white-bearded old man is sitting on a wooden chair in the room, hunched over and moaning quite noticably, "...I'm just a little seasick, is all... If only someone could... a massage..." Minax slides her gun back into its holster and cracks the joints in her fingers, "I expected as much." She had been on the S.S. Anne before, and she was quite familiar with the concept. As if it were an annual tradition, the captain who sailed each and every year would always get sick when he docked in Vermilion Port. If that weren't odd enough, the only way to cure this sickness was to give the captain a thorough back rub. Minax sneers, "I bet you're faking it, you perv. I heard about how excited you got when that one ten year old boy massaged you. You even gave him a special present, you sick-o." "Oh, yeah... nice... young... boy... with a... hot... sweaty... Uh, nevermind!" The captain looks up while contorting his face to make his illness seem more apparent, "Just look at my face... Do you think I'd be... unnngh... faking this?" Minax uses both hands to pull the captain off the chair he's in and she throws him onto the floor on his back, "This is going to hurt you much more than it's going to hurt me, captain. Just be thankful that I don't like stilletto heels." "Uh, aren't you supposed to massage my BAAAAHHHHHH!" The man screams when Minax steps on a very sensitive part of his body. All thoughts in the captain's mind are replaced by pain except for one: turn over before she does it again. The captain actually manages to turn onto his back, and merely groans as Minax walks over his back with her black leather boots on, "I'd much rather... OUCH! Get a... ARGH! Massage... UGH! You remind me of a sadistic red-head that..." Minax steps off the captain's back when she notices that he's remembering her very special massage technique. She doesn't want him to recognize her, so she kneels down and starts to gently dig her blue fingernails into the small of his back. She whispers, "Does this feel better, captain? I certainly wouldn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry that I stepped in your..." "Oh, nevermind. You're nothing like that red-head! She was much less polite." The captain smiles as his back rub continues... * An Hour Later * The loud bullhorn that announces a ship leaving port is heard throughout the S.S. Anne. The ship is now in motion. Sitting on a white plastic chair next to the starboard of the ship, Minax kicks her bare feet onto the railing that goes around the ship, "It was so nice of the captain to return the favor. So, Omelette, what did you do with Zubat this morning?" The small grass-skirt wearing Chansey known as Omelette goes up to Minax's boots, which are set up next to the chair where Minax is relaxing on, and she cringes when she catches a whiff of the horrible scent coming from them, "See, chan!" Minax's Zubat hovers over Omelette and smells the same odor, which leads him to shriek and wish that he lacked a nose instead of eyes. Minax grins at the reactions of her Pokemon, "Well, at least the stink led the captain out of his cabin." -Minax