The Hoenn region was like a dazzling jewel, radiating its own unique charm.
Among its cities, Lilycove stood out as a place brimming with vitality and enthusiasm. It enjoyed four distinct seasons, yet summer was always its most vibrant and lively time. With its enchanting beaches, warm seawater, and captivating coastal scenery, Lilycove City drew in travelers from every corner of the world. Tourism had become the city's most vital economic lifeline.
In a certain year, the tourist season began just like any other. Sunlight spilled across the golden sands, waves lapped gently against the shore, and people basked freely in the joys of their vacation. But beneath this seemingly tranquil sea, a dreadful nightmare was quietly approaching.
When Edward wrote up to this point, he paused. He wondered if writing this way would upset the people of Lilycove. After all, what Lilycove was best known for was actually its massive Pokémon commercial complex.
Still, Edward planned to go ahead with it, he intended to revise things anyway, since in this world, there were no great white sharks. Instead, there were only Sharpedo and other Pokémon.
It was a deep night. The moonlight was mostly hidden behind thick clouds, leaving the sea shrouded in dim mist.
A young couple, ignoring everyone's warnings, secretly slipped into the water to swim. The girl splashed joyfully, while the boy stayed by her side, protecting her.
Suddenly, the water churned as if stirred by a powerful force. Amid the surging waves came a sharp, blood-curdling scream.
The boy looked over in horror — a massive dark shadow rose beneath them, engulfing the girl in an instant. The surface exploded into huge bursts of blood. Her limbs were torn apart, scattering grotesquely through the water. The gruesome, hellish sight was like a scene ripped straight from a nightmare. Trembling in terror and despair, the boy swam desperately toward the shore with every ounce of strength he had left.
Sheriff Martin Brody soon received the emergency call. He rushed to the scene with his officers. The beach was chaotic; the air was thick with the metallic stench of blood. Brody's expression darkened as he examined the mutilated body fragments.
With his vast investigative experience, he studied the surroundings and the corpse, concluding that the attack was most likely the work of a Sharpedo. Sharpedo were one of the top predator of the sea and possessed immense biting power and incredible speed, making it one of the ocean's most feared Pokémon.
But normally, this was wrong. Sharpedo rarely attacked humans; people were not part of its natural diet. Yet the incident had already happened, meaning a solution had to be found quickly. The sheriff suggested closing the beach to prevent a larger crisis.
However, the news hit the mayor like thunder. Lilycove's tourism revenue was the city's main economic pillar. If the beaches were closed because of this, the economic blow would be enormous. The mayor frowned deeply, weighing the pros and cons, and ultimately refused the closure. He hoped that by increasing patrols, they could ease tourists' fears while avoiding disruptions to the tourism industry.
But things did not unfold as he wished. Only a few days later, on a crowded beach, a child was playing happily on the sand. His laughter rang out like silver bells. He would occasionally run into the shallow water to feel the cool waves.
Suddenly, the sea surged violently again — a massive figure shot out from below like a streaking black lightning bolt. Before the child could even cry out, the Sharpedo dragged him into the deep ocean, disappearing without a trace. Panic exploded across the beach. Screams and sobs overlapped in a storm of chaos. Public outrage erupted instantly.
Under intense pressure from the public, the mayor finally gave in. He issued a bounty to hunt the shark. The announcement was like a magnet, attracting countless amateur hunters. They came armed with all kinds of crude equipment — makeshift harpoons, homemade nets, full of confidence in their quest for reward money. But their reckless actions created nothing but chaos. Their uncoordinated chase disturbed the ocean, harmed innocent marine Pokémon, and further disrupted the ecosystem. They not only failed to threaten the Sharpedo but made things far worse.
At that moment, marine biologist Matt Hooper arrived in the town. After hearing about the incident, he began investigating immediately. He was a highly experienced researcher with deep knowledge of ocean life. Studying the bite marks on the previous corpses and comparing them to data on various species, he confirmed the culprit: a rare giant Sharpedo. This variant was far larger, stronger, more ferocious, and far more cunning than normal Sharpedo. Hooper knew that the threat posed by such a creature was far beyond expectations. If it wasn't swiftly eliminated, countless more lives could be lost in this sea.
He also discovered abnormalities, this Sharpedo wasn't normal. It was far more vicious, its body significantly larger, seemingly mutated into a far more brutal form. Hooper suspected this was linked to Lilycove's previous ocean pollution issues; the contamination may have triggered the mutations, creating the monstrous Sharpedo they now faced.
This explanation was exactly what Edward needed. He needed a reasonable justification to make the Sharpedo's violent nature believable and acceptable to the Pokémon League's reviewing standards. Otherwise, things would get very troublesome.
In his previous life, there were actors' guilds. In some countries, it wasn't too bad, but in others it was completely absurd. For example, some protested that in Hollywood films, Black characters always died first. So later, they stopped killing Black characters or if they died, they were killed by other Black characters and whole movies were even made with entirely Black leads.
Casting in old Hollywood used to be all about beauty and charm, but nowadays it had become increasingly ridiculous: actors of every skin tone, every ethnicity, every odd trait, and even LGBT characters or overweight, unattractive actors had to be included to satisfy so-called "diversity" and avoid accusations of discrimination.
The most absurd case was Snow White, originally, the Seven Dwarfs were perfect roles for actors with dwarfism. But after a famous actor with dwarfism complained that this "portrayed dwarfism negatively" and "limited the roles available," studios became too afraid to cast them. Actors with dwarfism protested, because it was one of their rare opportunities. The production companies were stuck, and eventually resorted to CGI replacements.
(TN: Didn't the author said this already or am I tripping?)
Filmmaking in Hollywood had become extremely difficult, with studios needing to consider countless groups, each waving banners of "protect human rights" and "oppose discrimination," though many were simply exploiting this for leverage — and they could never be fully satisfied.
The Pokémon world wasn't as absurd, but there were still similar issues. For example, Pokémon organizations would never approve a portrayal that made Sharpedo look unreasonably monstrous without an appropriate justification. If Edward wrote it wrong, it would never pass review. That's why he needed a detailed, logical explanation — a mutation due to pollution — to satisfy the League.
Under Hooper's advice, Sheriff Brody, Hooper, and a temperamental professional shark hunter named Quint formed a hunting team. They set sail on the fishing boat Wailord to hunt the Sharpedo. Quint was a hardened veteran with extensive shark-hunting experience. His face was carved with scars, and his eyes carried a cold, unyielding determination.
He had once served as a League officer on a warship, but during a mission, the ship sank. His comrades were torn apart by a swarm of Sharpedo. A horrifying memory burned deep into his soul. From then on, he harbored an unbreakable hatred for sharks.
The fishing boat steadily headed toward the open sea. The ocean was calm on the surface, but tension filled everyone's hearts. The Sharpedo sensed the looming danger. Its massive body moved beneath the waves, disturbing powerful undercurrents.
Eventually, they reached a certain region, and the Sharpedo finally appeared. Its immense form moved through the water like a living mountain. Its eyes were cold and merciless, radiating killing intent. It charged the hull repeatedly, each impact producing thunderous booms that shook the entire vessel. It even struck the ship's communications equipment with its powerful tail, destroying it completely and cutting off all contact with land.
Hooper volunteered to descend in the anti-shark cage to observe the Sharpedo up close and identify its weaknesses. Wearing protective gear, he carefully entered the cage, which was lowered into the water. As he sank deeper, the sea grew colder and darker.
Suddenly, the Sharpedo sensed the cage. It shot forward with incredible speed, biting into it with terrifying force. Hooper watched the monstrous creature in horror. He gripped the bars tightly, struggling against the violent assaults. The cage shook wildly under the relentless impacts. At the last critical moment, Hooper managed to escape, but all his equipment was lost.
(TN: Won't a Bite or Crunch destroy the caged instantly?)
Then tragedy struck. Quint saw the Sharpedo leap onto the deck. Without hesitation, burning with hatred, he grabbed his weapon and charged. He wanted to avenge his fallen comrades. But the Sharpedo was far too fast. It lunged upward, biting him in half. Quint fell into the icy sea, his dying scream echoing briefly across the water before fading into silence.
Now only Brody and Hooper remained. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, yet they knew they could not give up. They had to finish the mission. Brody noticed the high-pressure oxygen tank stuck in the Sharpedo's mouth, and a bold idea flashed through his mind. He picked up his spear gun, aimed carefully at the tank, and pulled the trigger. The spear struck directly, causing streams of white gas to hiss out.
The Sharpedo sensed danger and thrashed violently. Brody seized the moment, climbing up the sinking mast. Standing atop it, gripping his weapon tightly, he steadied his breath. His gaze turned firm and resolute. He fired several shots. The gunfire echoed across the silent sea.
The oxygen tank exploded with tremendous force, blowing the Sharpedo into countless pieces.
Brody and Hooper clung to floating debris and drifted back to shore. Exhausted and battered, they finally returned with relief and pride on their faces. They had destroyed the monstrous threat to Lilycove City, defending the city's peace with their courage and wisdom.
When they reached land, the citizens greeted them with cheers and applause. Even the mayor realized his mistake. He apologized deeply to Brody and Hooper and promised to improve protection of the marine environment.
"This is such a noble, elevated ending, surely no one can complain, right?" Edward scratched his head. He felt this conclusion was as grand and righteous as possible. If even this wasn't acceptable, then he truly had no idea what else to do.
After all, a movie like Jaws didn't perfectly fit into this world's context to begin with. To maintain internal consistency, Edward even added the setting that the mutated Sharpedo had lost rational intelligence and couldn't use its moves. Otherwise, a normal Sharpedo could've easily killed everyone with its abilities, making the whole struggle meaningless.
(TN: That answers it.)
Movies could never be perfect anyway — even in real life, perfection rarely existed.
"As a comeback film, this really isn't bad." Edward was fairly satisfied. Jaws was interesting, and this time he planned to incorporate psychological horror to amplify deep-sea phobia. Speaking of which, Edward remembered something — the oceans of the Pokémon world.
Because the Pokémon world was immense, with most regions structured as large islands, the oceans were vast beyond belief — almost absurdly so. Researchers, including Pokémon Professors, had found evidence of gigantic marine Pokémon lurking in the depths, completely different from ordinary specimens, and far more ferocious.
And enormous.
So, having a gigantic Sharpedo appear was perfectly reasonable, right?
"I remember there being an enormous Dragonite too… where was that again? What a pity, though — it wasn't a Dynamax Dragonite. If I could capture a Pokémon like that, that would be incredible." Edward rubbed his hands with excitement. There was something mysteriously appealing about giant Pokémon — the bigger they were, the more awe-inspiring they felt.
He was certain that a massive Dragonite would draw global attention. Edward liked the idea very much.
Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to find such a creature. There were barely any confirmed sightings.
(End of Chapter)