After a somewhat long journey, Dorian and his best friend Ayame finally reached Vermillion City, where the S. S. Anne was docked. Dee Dee had won two tickets from a radio contest, and decided that he would go with Ayame. He glanced at her and smiled, in a happy yet awkward way. In although the majestic ship was before him, it was not what was in his mind. He was wondering...if while he was on the ship he would be able to finally tell his bestie how he truly felt about her. The thought of it brought a faint blush to the boy's cheeks.

5 Years Ago...

The sky was gray, and looked like it was about to rain. It was a quite unpleasant Thursday afternoon in Viridian City, where a thirteen-year-old boy with dark hair was inside his house, watching a show on TV. All of a sudden, a newsflash pushed away the show temporarily, and the boy quickly lost interest and turned away from the TV. However, his attention was drawn back to the box after hearing his last name: Dammer. There was an old-looking picture of a man the boy recognised as his father, then the picture was replaced by the picture of a bald, unshaven man with a scar on his right cheek and an eyepatch. The teenager's ears then tuned in to hear the news anchor.

"...known for the murder of car salesman Robert Dammer, thirteen years ago, and shop owner Tom Sloane, not long after..."

After finally processing those words, the boy was disconnected from the world. He felt his heart sink and slowly get dissolved in an ocean of darkness, as he knew that his dream, the one he had for years, the one about finally meeting his father, would never come true. Robert Dammer was a goner, and had been practically since the teenage boy's birth. The boy's mother, in tears, slowly approached him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Dorian...I-It's time...you know the truth." she said with a shaky voice.

Days passed after that incident. Dorian was in bed, curled up in a ball, with his childhood friend Ayame next to him. Her hand was on his shoulder as the boy cried inconsolably, and she stroked his back. She told him not to be sad, in spite of all of that. That, no matter what, he still had and would always have her. After her words, Dorian uncurled himself and gave Ayame a tight hug.

"Thank you Ayame...Th-thank you for everything." he whimpered, "You're the b-best friend anyone could ever have...I...I love you."

He smiled faintly as he hugged his best friend, thankful for the fact that she was there for him. However, since that day things would change forever, never to go back to the way they used to be. Not only because Dorian would find another goal in life, but because his feelings would also change. His love for Ayame would grow, and he would start to see her in a different way...not just as a friend...

Present day...

Dee Dee's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ayame's voice. "Here it is! S.S Anne." she said, and the boy turned to her.

"Yup. Finally." he said, his blush slowly wearing off, "Now let's get on board!"

He gently but awkwardly grabbed her right hand with his left one, and blushed lightly as he did. With his other hand he grabbed the ticket from his pockets and looked at them so as to try to focus on something else.

"So, um, here we go!" he said, and walked with her towards the ship, ready to flash his ticket so that they could get in. His Grovyle, Marc, was standing behind the two of them, looking around frantically ready to attack any human being who could be a threat to him.

Rajay Murdock​

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"And what now" Rajay enjoyed the sea breezes for as long as he could handle, which was only a couple of minutes before it bored him. As he turned and set his attention on the people boarding the ship and the ones already on board he was soon bored once again, surprise surprise right? He was just fidgety and agitated, like a little boy who just couldn't stay still but was there really anything to do and the ship had just began to move. There wasn't even enough space for Ace, the Arcanine, to run around and show off his wonderfully groomed fur especially with so many people on deck.

"What to do? What to do?" Rajay was just stuck their mumbling these words until he spotted the winged beauty flying about just hovering around the ship. Being the showman he was Rajay saw no better opportunity to introduce and make his name known around this ship hopefully for the better. Snatching at a pokeball from his belt Rajay flung the ball containing Hercules, his Heracross, unto what was now his battlefield. Yes Rajay was smart enough to know that a bug/fighting type would have 0 chance against a flying type but that was something his ego had no clue about.

Already some people began to watch and take interest in the Heracross v Pidgeotto battle, exactly what Jay wanted, some attention and all eyes on him. It wasn't all eyes but it was more than enough to make him a happy camper and even Hercules was soaking up all the eyes in his direction, flexing his muscles and striking poses almost ignoring the flying type.

"Alrighty then lets go with a Horn Attack" Rajay finally sent out an order and Hercules finally took notice of the Pidgeotto and went charging forward horn primed and ready to strike. The Pidgeotto was hit and by Rajay's reaction anyone would have believed that he had just knocked out the flying type but it was nothing like that and the bird was already ready to retaliate with a Wing Attack which would have obviously been a knock out hit. If it wasn't for Hercules using endure, Rajay was brash but he was no idiot and neither were his pokemon.

"Oh yea!!!" The gloating just would not stop and Herucles and the Pidgeotto traded some none lethal blows for a while with Rajay watching intently waiting for his "Time to strike" or so he was thinking. The Pidgeotto was no slacker though and every Focus Punch thrown was match with an equally strong Quick Attack or Tackle but not enough to knock out the determined bug. The little crowd was determination enough for Rajay and Hercules wanting to win the fight but even Rajay knew that continued fighting would eventually leave his pokemon tired and vulnerable to an effective attack.

"Ok Lets finish this one for the fans" Hercules looked at his trainer and gave a nod "Use Aerial Ace" A hype move to choose in an attempt to beat a flying type pokemon with a flying type move typical of Rajay to try something like that. Do you really think the Pidgeotto would take the attack just lying down? Well no it had also had its wings glowing bright white heading towards Hercules hoping to finish the fight with a Wing Attack. Hercules and the Pidgeotto were on a crash course for each other and when the impact finally took place it was Hercules who was out on top.

Jay was so engulfed in his victory that he just stared and stared as the Pidgeotto was falling towards the ocean. Thankfully though he snapped out of his almost trance in time to remember to throw one of his pokeballs at it before it crashed into the water. Jay through the pokeball and watched as the red light sucked in the flying type, Jay had to just wait as the pokeball shuck.......All Jay could think about now was how stupid he would look if the Pidgeotto wasn't captured......

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The voice of the captain boomed over the loud speaker, announcing that the ship would be departing. Seconds later, a loud toot of the horn was heard and the vessel began to move. Anna sighed, shifting her gaze back to her Trainer. It seemed that Gloria had no interest in addressing some no-like Psychic Pokemon, but that was to be expected of a diva such as herself. "Oh well," she mumbled. "There's still plenty else to do, so let's have some fun.... uh Skylar?"

The teenager was still standing by the rail, looking out into the bay. The building's of Vermilion City were slowly shrinking and fading out of view. But that wasn't what Skylar had set his eyes on as he barely even noticed Anna coming up behind him. There was an entire school of Magikarp jumping up and down some yards away from the boat, close enough to be seen but too far away to be battled. It was so strange how the red fish-like Pokemon could swim so gracefully in the sea, but when it came to battle they were nearly useless until they evolved.

The tranquility of the scene was broken when the Magikarp darted off in different directions all at once. Skylar cocked his head in curiousity; something was going on and the Magikarp could sense it. But what happened next was more than sensational. In the midst of the fleeing fish Pokemon a large, dark shape in the water appeared, followed by the surfacing of a blue horn. The creature continued rising out of the water, revealing a blue face with curled ears, perched atop a long, elegant neck, its back covered with a thick, knobbed shell.

The other passangers quickly gathered around. "Everyone, look! It's a Lapras!," a young woman shouted as even more Trainers crowded around. Skylar was in awe, knowing full well how rare these Transport Pokemon were, yet there was one right here, swimming alongside the ship and looking at the people on board curiously. Anna nudged the boy and whispered in his ear, "Maybe you should catch it. I doubt you'll ever see another wild one."

"But I already have Kame-Sama," Skylar replied. "Do I really need another Water type? Then again...." Lapras was a vastly different Pokemon from Wartortle, and would certainly be useful to have around, even if he'd have a tough time fitting it into a comedy act. Knowing that Kame-Sama wouldn't be able to do much to the Transport Pokemon, he silently pushed the Gardevoir forward. When Anna was battling, Skylar usually just spectated and let her do whatever she wanted, only intervening to use items.

Anna closed her eyes, focusing her mind to unleash a powerful Psychic attack. She was about to fire it but was interrupted when she was jostled by someone passing through. "Skylar Weathers? Is there a Skylar Weathers here?," a young woman called as she bumbled between all the people. Curious, Skylar looked away from his Gardevoir and the Lapras and addressed the female. He had recognized her voice from when she announced that the ship was ready to be boarded, but what was she doing on the deck now. "Uh... I'm right here. Can I help you, miss?"

"Why, yes!," the lady responded excitedly. "My name is Carla Raines, and I'm the direction of the events and entertainment on this cruise. Skylar, I'm happy to announce that you are the lucky winner of a special drawing! Please accept this prize." With that, she extended a white box to the teenager, who placed his right hand behind his head and grinned sheepishly. "Wow, thanks!," he replied, looking at his prize curiously. On the box was a picture of a white Pokeball, along with the words, "Silph Corperation Premier Ball: Captures Pokemon without fail!"

"I once read about Silph Corperation developing a prototype for a Pokeball that always caught its target," Anna commented, shifting her attention away from the Lapras. "I'll be sure to use it wisely... or maybe right now," Skylar continued. "Uh, by the way Ms. Raines, Anna and I also happen to be a comedy duo. If you're looking for entertainment, we have our props in our room and would be glad to perform." Carla cocked her head and then smiled. "Why, I'm sure some of our passnegers would love to see that!"

She took out a clipboard and pored over her agenda. "It seems there's an open slot in the Lickitung Lounge tomorrow evening. I'll put you down for then. Please don't be late!" Skylar nodded. He would have thanked the woman but she had already darted off, probably to handle another event. "Let's give this a shot," the teenager said to himself as he unwrapped the Premier Ball from its packaging. Anna stepped back, at first unaware that she was standing in front of a staircase leading to the lower decks. Skylar took a deep breath as he tossed the white Ball overboard, flying toward the swimming Lapras. According to the package, if he was not 'completely satisfied' with the result, he was entitled to a free replacement. Silph Co was quite confidant in their products, but it was fact that they almost always did as intended.

As Skylar threw the Premier Ball, Anna realized she was blocking traffic. "Oh! Excuse me! Sorry!," she said as she bumped into various people and Pokemon, some giving a second glance when they realized the Gardevoir could speak. A Ninetales with its mouth watering as it climbed the stairs caught the Embrace Pokemon's attention. Believing it was interested in the half-eaten Pokesnack in her hand, Anna lowered her gaze to the Fox Pokemon. It might have nearly made Skylar vomit, but it was intented for Pokemon, after all. "Uh... here," she said with a smile, removing the rest of the wrapper from the candy and offering it. Surely the Ninetales' Trainer wouldn't mind.

After some ten or fifteen minutes of wandering, Lucas gradually realised that he was lost. People were constantly streaming through the corridors of the massive ship, and he recognised none of them. They radiated excitement, and the vast majority seemed to be too engaged in their own activities to help him. How on earth would he find his way to his cabin?

He stopped for a minute to catch his breath, examining his surroundings.

"Wait a minute," he breathed. "Is that…?"

A few metres away, a pair of twins appeared to be helping out a teenaged girl (with blue hair…?). One was showing her the map, and the other appeared to be doing nothing but talking. The blue-haired girl left, apparently satisfied with her directions.

Now was the time. He might never get another chance to figure out where his cabin was.

He approached the twins stealthily and silently, making sure he was absolutely undete-

"Nice hat," sniggered one of the twins, who had actually been watching him the whole time. She was quickly elbowed by her sister.

"Yeah, not like I've heard that one before," Lucas retorted, "I notice you have a map-"

"If you need one, they're in your cabin." The twin that remarked on his Swablu interrupted.

"In the drawer." The one holding the map said.

"That's the problem," Lucas continued, "I can't find my cabin. The higher-numbered ones use some bizarre organisation system to make sure it doesn't take half an hour to get to the further ones, and without a map I can't figure it out. Can I have a look at yours for a moment?"

The twins both cried out at the same time.
"No!" said the one without the map, as the more polite one said "Yes!"

She immediately elbowed the ruder one in the ribs. "Tara!" She hissed as she stepped closer to Lucas, handing him her map. As he scanned it, looking for his cabin number, the twins argued in the background.

"Kara, are you gonna just hand our map to every person we see?!"

"Tara, this guy clearly needed help finding his cabin! And anyway, I wouldn't hand it to people who didn't ask…"

"Yeah, but how many people will ask? We might want to use the map for ourselves, you know!"

"And we will! It's not like every single person will need to use the map!"

"Aha!" Lucas interrupted, oblivious to the sibling war. "Okay, got it! You two can have your map back now. Thanks!"

He handed the map back to the girls and took off down the corridors of the ship.

…Did someone just call him pathetic?

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Soon enough, he found it. "Cabin number three hundred and forty-five," He breathed, "Here goes nothing."

He took off his backpack and retrieved the gift bag he had hastily shoved in there beforehand. Inside was his room key. He hastily jammed it into the lock and twisted it. It gave a click, and the door swung open. The cabin wasn't really that impressive: a small room with a soft bed and a chest of drawers. Still, it was small, safe and (hopefully) secure.

Lucas sat down on the bed and reopened his bag. It was a titanic mess, spare clothes, snacks and supplies all jumbled together in one. He stared at it for a moment, wondering if it was worth the effort to sort it out.

"Nah," he declared, reaching into a pocket for his second pokéball.
Wordlessly, he summoned his Minccino, Swish, and nodded at him. A small grin spread out over the pokémon's face as he understood what he was meant to do.

Without making a single sound, the Minccino leapt up Lucas's back… and then tackled Atlus to the ground. Awoken from her slumber, the bird squawked loudly, flapping her wings wildly. The two repeatedly attempted to attack each other, to no avail.

Stepping in between the two pokémon, Lucas declared, "Alright, you two; enough fighting. I'm gonna see what's happening on deck, and you probably won't be safe alone. Coming?"

The pokémon halted their onslaught. Swish leapt up onto Lucas's shoulder, balancing precariously, and Atlus took to the air, cautious of what might happen if she landed on his head again.

Before they even left the cabin, the ship juddered into movement as a voice spoke over the intercom.

"The S.S. Anne will now depart, please stay safe and be careful on board. We will be arriving at Fuchsia City at noon tomorrow, I hope you all have a pleasant evening," the captain said.

After taking a second to adjust to the movement of the ship, Lucas and his pokémon headed for the deck.

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The deck of the S.S. Anne was bustling with people, and the salty tang of the ocean filled the air. Off in the distance, Lucas could just make out the shape of the mainland. He withdrew his binoculars and examined it more closely. Satisfied that it was indeed the landmass they had just left, he turned his attention to the skies.

"Okay, Atlus. I think you deserve some exercise after all these weeks being cramped in a tiny apartment. Stretch your wings, see if you've still got it. Swish? I dunno, just… relax, have a little fun. I'll be watching Atlus to make sure nothing goes wrong in the air, so don't get into trouble."

His Swablu took to the air as he raised his binoculars to eye level. She flew in graceful arcs, loops and turns, clearly happy to be able to fly freely again. Other pokémon soared the skies, but they were just surviving. Atlus was living life to the fullest, enjoying every moment of her newfound freedom.

Lucas's binoculars began to drift in other directions, examining natural seabirds. A few Pidgey flocked closer to the ship, but other than that the skies were curiously bare.

Out of nowhere, a shape emerged from the water with lightning speed, leaping towards Atlas. It clamped on, and she struggled to maintain her flight.

Lucas whistled, his emergency recall signal having been established many years ago. There was no denying the fact that Atlus heard, given the sharp-angled turn she executed immediately after, but even then there was no way she would have a clear landing.

"Clear it!" Lucas shouted desperately, and a small crowd near where the Swablu was going to land parted.

But by some miracle, the struggling songbird managed to soar over the landing spot without crashing, still high in the air. She angled herself towards the ground, and at last Lucas understood what was going on. Faster, faster, Atlus nosedived, the figure still holding on.

And then they hit the ground. The impact managed to throw whatever it was clamping onto Atlus straight off, and it landed stunned, but relatively unharmed, a few metres away.

Atlus wasn't so lucky. She landed in a heap on the deck - and struggled to get up.

Lucas approached her and held her in both arms. "You did good, Atlus," He murmured, "Things could have been a whole lot worse."

He retrieved her pokéball from his backpack and solemnly activated it, recalling her for the moment. Then he retrieved his ancient pokédex he still had from when he was in Hoenn and activated it.

"Shellder, the bivalve pokémon," He murmured, reading the text the battered machine displayed.

"At night, this Pokémon uses its broad tongue to burrow a hole in the seafloor sand and then sleep in it. While it is sleeping, Shellder closes its shell, but leaves its tongue hanging out.' Well then, Shellder. I think it's time you found out why you don't mess with my pokémon."

He whistled twice, a signal for Swish to ready for battle. The Shellder, no longer stunned, faced Lucas and his pokémon, shell snapping open and shut menacingly.

"Okay, Swish," Lucas yelled. "Let's start simple. Hit it with a DoubleSlap!"
The Minccino responded with a nod, before dashing in close to his opponent. He then raised a paw, before slamming it back and forth once on his opponent.

He raised it again. Another slap.

And another.

And another.

And another.

They didn't seem to be doing much whatsoever to the Shellder. It finally got tired of the minute damage that was being dealt to it, and launched itself forward, knocking Swish over with considerable force.

It took him a few seconds to regain his footing. This would be a tough battle.

But then Lucas had an idea. A different tactic was required.

"Swish!" He shouted, as the spectators and other passengers on the ship were acting loud. "That shell's too hard for you to damage directly! We're going to have to do things a little differently!"

He cleared his throat. He knew he had an audience.

"Use swift!"

The Minccino focused for a second, and multiple star-shaped rays came into being. He made a pose, and they shot straight towards the Shellder. It reeled, the attack having hit home.

"Alright, then! That should be enough, Swish!" Lucas cried.

He took his backpack off and rustled through it for a second. All professionalism was now lost.

Not that he cared, of course.

He withdrew his hand from the bag. In it was a pokéball.

"Alright then. This should teach you not to mess with my teammates!"

He threw the pokéball at the Shellder… and waited.

Sarah Reyes​

Sarah just continued reading her book. It was really when the captain arrived that she made sure to pay attention to the announcement he gave and smiled as the other trainers cheered. She was a very patient women, you had to be when you raised kids and so she watched as the boat left the dock and soon they were far from land. She just sat there and turned the pages every now and then. She wasn't really here to only battle, she just wanted to relax. If that meant one day she would read her book only then she would read her book. If it meant that another day she wanted to battle, then she would battle. Already the other trainers on the boat were chatting among each other. The trainers she did see were very young, and there were hardly any adults that would battle here as well. Still, it wouldn't hurt to chat with them, but she didn't want to push herself in either. She knew most kids, especially trainers, didn't like being told what to do, so she would wait for them to open up. Maybe one would publicly ask for a battle or some event would happen on deck?

Well, stuff was happening. Already, a boy had been given a special poke ball that had let him capture a Lapras. Other trainers were also capturing other pokemon. Sarah really didn't want to specialize in other pokemon. Sure, it was foolhardy to specialize in only one type of pokemon, but the Elite Four did it! Gym leaders did it, and they were considered some of the best trainers. Once they did hit a port, Sarah could then head out see just what fighting type pokemon she could find. She knew that she would want to catch a Machop, having a Machamp later on would really help her. Apart from that, she didn't know what other pokemon she wanted. She could travel to other parts of the world and find pokemon that she would otherwise never see.

She smiled as she went over to the edge and glanced down at the sea. Various sea pokemon swam below. Blaze came with her as well, but looked uncomfortable. Yes, he was a fire type and he did have a right to be nervous since they were pretty much surrounded by water. She patted the Blaziken's arm, "It isn't like we'll sink." She said happily as Blaze rolled his eyes in response. She giggled and led the way back to the bench as she sat down and pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Stuart and pulled out her book again. It was relaxing to her, and that was all that counted.

Waver Cato-Introduction

Waver took a deep breath to calm himself. He was hiding among several trees near the Cycling Road path to Fuchsia City, trying to slow his heartbeat and make his breathing as shallow as possible. With the mask hiding his nose and mouth, he didn't have to worry to much about that anyhow.

Waver ceased breathing entirely and pressed himself behind a tree as he noticed a purple figure out of the corner of his eye. A Crobat fluttered past silently, it's eyes searching the foresty floor thoroughly. As soon as it passed, Waver began climbing up the tree he was hiding behind and stood on one of the boughs lightly, crouching slightly. From this vantage point, he'd be able to see everything and find where his opponent was hiding. Or so he thought. Waver felt a strange sensation in his gut and glanced behind him. he struggled not to yell as he found that Crobat was hanging on a branch directly behind him, staring at him with its wide eyes. Waver immediately wheeled around and hopped from the branch to another quickly. A poisonous mucus flew from Crobat's mouth just then and hit where he had been standing before. The sludge bomb attack completely melted the tree branch, before it could fall to the ground, like a corroding acid. Waver didn't stick around to observe this for long. He continued hopping from branch to branch as quickly as he could, and a rain of sludge followed after him, some getting dangerously close.

"Tch." He gritted his teeth as the branch beneath him collapsed just as he hopped off of it, and he nearly tripped. He wouldn't be able to out run the pokemon. "Sylvester, shadow sneak!"

Right on cue, a Kecleon bathed in the color black shot from Crobat's shadow, which was sitting on a tree trunk right beside the pokemon, and slashed its claws out. Crobat reflexively dodged out of the way and reached.

"Wing attack!" A voice echoed through the forest. Waver glanced around quickly, trying to find the source. But it was pointless--he was against a pro.

"Slash!" He ordered the counter. Kecleon lashed out with its claws that struck against Crobat's wings and the two were in a momentary deadlock. But it didn't last long. Crobat swatted Kecleon out of the air, knocking it toward the ground. Crobat immediately shot toward Waver, deadly venomous fangs bared. Waver didn't hesitate to hop backwards from the tree bough he was on, allowing myself to fall in order to evade the attack.

"Bind!" He called. Kecleon's tongue shot up and wrapped around his body, lowering me safely to the ground. Then the tongue shot up at Crobat furiously, and Crobat immediately ducked out of the way, like a fly dodging a frog's tongue.

"Double team!" The voice called out. Crobat's form shimmered as it vanished and multipled into several images of itself.

"Sylvester, don't stop." Waver ordered. Kecleon's tongue continued to chase the evasive fakes, wrapping itself around tree branches that it passed by until it essentially created a cage around all the images, trapping them. Waver grabbed onto Kecleon's body as it pulled its tongue in and the tree branches began to crack and break from the force. With a sudden snap, Kecleon's tongue tied itself into a tight knot, trapping all of the fakes in it, including the real Crobat. Waver was surprised. Had he really won?

His brief moment of victory was thwarted as Kecleon's legs gave in and it collapsed. It's tongue fell limp and Crobat freed itself quickly. Waver grimaced darkly as I helped Kecleon up and it began to untie its knotted tongue. It was his loss, he knew it. But how?

"It was Toxic."

Waver looked up to one of the tree branches that had survived Kecleon's attack and saw Janine, his mentor, looking down toward me. She held her arm out and Crobat perched on her elbow, grinning down at me and Kecleon.

"Throwing your tongue around like that is a good tactic. It distracts the enemy and sets yourself up to trap them when in cluttered environments. But with as much space as you're taking, you leave yourself open for attacks. Crobat was able to inflict your Kecleon with toxic, which led to your defeat."

Waver sighed. He had been so close this time, and yet so far. The chasm between him and a gym leader was as obnoxious a hurdle as ever.

Janine hopped to the ground lightly and pulled her mask down from hiding her face. Waver did the same--it was how they were assuring one another that the battle was over and that neither would attempt any tricks.

"How do you feel?" Janine asked. Waver knew she wasn't talking about the battle anymore.

"Fine." He replied after a moment of considering this. How did he feel? "I'm not nervous, or anything. I expected something like this to come eventually. We shinobi act in the name of duty, after all. Staying safely at home isn't characteristic of us."

"Although you're just going to have fun."

"I'm doing it practically, though." Waver glared at Janine, and she grinned. Waver took out his shuriken with a pokeball embedded into it and he returned his Kecleon, Sylvester, into it. "The least you could do is give me some sort of farewell present, sensei--"

"Catch."

Waver winced as a small vial hit his head before falling to the ground at my feet. He picked it up and identified it as a full heal.

"Am I supposed to say thank you?" Waver muttered as he looked it over and pulled the top off.

"By the way, it's already been used and the tip is broken."

He sighed. "Wonderful sense of humor, Janine-sensei."

"You wanted a present, didn't you? Just remember to keep your guard up. I don't know how you managed to get that ticket, but we're all aware that you have no luck whatsoever, so don't let anything surprise you."

"It's a cruise on the famous S.S. Anne." Waver reminded her, unfazed by her attempt to scare him. "It will be fine."

"Well, if that's what you believe, I won't argue..."

Waver ignored her as he stuck the full heal in my pocket and took the ticket out in its place. He had to admit, it was a bit of a surprise, recieving this from a passing man. Waver assumed that they simply didn't have the time to go on the cruise themself, but he hadn't gotten a comprehensive explanation. One thing was for sure--there was no point in wasting the opprotunity.

Ayame's thoughts got interupted by Dorian who gently grabbed her right hand which made her blush a little. He took the tickets and started walking together with her, Ayame didn't dare to look at him right now and so didn't notice he was also blushing a little.

'Finally...' Obilivio sighed as both Ayame and Dorian could hear him speak since he used telepathy. Only Ayame would understand him if he spoke in pokemon language which would be unfair.

'Finally we are heree~' Ayame said excited, trying to get her attention away from the fact that dorian was holding her hand and walking with her towards the boat. She took a glance towards the tickets Dorian was holding and smiled. 'It's kind of suspicious how you got them though.' Ayame commented. 'Doesn't matter~' Ayame playfully leaned her head against his arm.

Dorian giggled as his best friend leaned her head against his left arm, and couldn't help but blush a bit more. He avoided eye contact with her and had been doing that since he grabbed her hand. His heart was beating faster, and he didn't know what to say.

"Y-Yeah...Hehehe...Tell that to the Radio Station." he said and giggled awkwardly.

Then it was time. They had reached the entrance, and Dee Dee flashed both tickets to the sailor. In order to make the entrance more comfortable, the boy grabbed a Pokéball from his belt and returned Marc, the paranoid Grovyle, back inside of it. The Pokémon was reluctant, but there was nothing he could do about it. And, not long after Dee Dee and Ayame got on the boat, a loud sound was heard and Dorian could feel the ship moving. It had set sail, finally.

Now all that there was to it was to enjoy the boat ride. It was likely to be one that Dee Dee would never forget. And as he stood next to Ayame, he glanced at her and smiled. His blush was starting to fade, but soon after that he realized he was still holding her hand and quickly let go, the blush returning.

"So, um, here we are! Hahaha!" he said, "What do you wanna do?"

He turned to avoid eye contact with Ayame, and got an idea.

"What do you say we, um, go check our cabin?" he suggested, "It must be a very cool one, I mean, look at this ship."

From the tone of his voice one could tell he was trying to avoid silence, and that he was nervous about something.

The pokéball arced through the air towards the Shellder, colliding directly with it. It bounced off, snapped open and absorbed the pokémon before closing again and falling onto the deck.

It shook, back and forth, back and forth. The captive pokémon could escape at any moment, and then Lucas would be in real trouble.

It clicked shut, and Lucas breathed a sigh of relief. He'd done it. The first pokémon he'd caught in 5 years. And only the second one he'd ever caught in the first place. He cautiously approached the pokéball lying on the deck, as though it would burst open at any moment. He picked it up. The metal felt abnormally cold in his hands. Certainly colder than –

"Atlus," he mumbled. Suddenly remembering the state his pokémon was in, he turned away from the open ocean and broke into a sprint, withdrawing his map from his pocket and shoving the Shellder's pokéball in it. He shoved past people, leapt down the stairs and charged towards his room, albeit pausing occasionally to check the map and see he was on the right track.

He arrived at his cabin door, jammed the key into the lock, twisted it sharply to unlock the door, hastily opened and shut it, threw off his bag and locked the door again, all in the space of around ten seconds.

Exhausted, he flopped onto his cabin's bed, marvelling at how remarkably comfortable it was at the same time. He rooted through his pockets and extracted all 3 of his active pokéballs, opening them. Swish and the Shellder materialized on the cabin floor, boat rocking beneath them, but Atlus appeared on the bed, right next to Lucas.

She gave a weak chirp.

"Don't worry," Lucas said. "You just need a little rest. I'll be here for you, okay?"

He yawned.

"Actually, I guess I've had a few late nights myself," he admitted. "Maybe I'll just doze off for a little…"

When Dorian and Ayame arrived at the entrance, Dorian showed the tickets he had won from a Radio show to the sailor. 'Welcome on the S.S Anne guys! Have a pleasant cruise.' The sailor let them trough. Dorian sended his Grovyle back to his pokeball, Ayame did the same with Obilivio. 'Sorry Obilivio, please rest a little more.' Ayame said as a red beam took him into the pokeball.

Not long after they got on board the ship started moving. After awhile Dorian letted go of her hand, Ayame immediately took a look around, just to avoid his face untill her blush had faded. She turned to him though after he asked what she wanted to do.

Dorian suggested to check their cabins, this actually was a very good idea, Ayame wanted to see the room she was sleeping in. 'Yeah! Let's do that!' She said excited. She ran to the entrance of the ship were they could go inside. 'You're coming?' Ayame asked while smiling brightly, still being followed by her Poochyena.

Dee Dee smiled at his best friend after she agreed with his idea of checking out the cabins. As she ran towards the cabins, he followed, and hoped that his cabin would be right next to hers.

"Yeah! Just wait up!" Dee Dee said to Ayame, a huge smile on his face.

As both of them went to the cabins, Dorian Dammer started thinking. About what they could do after they were done with the cabins. Probably they could go to the deck to enjoy the scenery, or perhaps take a walk around the luxury liner. Or maybe they could stay in the cabins and talk. Then, all of a sudden, an idea got into his head. Maybe this boat was the perfect way to tell Ayame how he truly felt about her. But he was not going to tell her in the cabins, oh no. He would have to find the perfect spot for that. He imagined himself, next to Ayame, standing on the deck, and staring at the sunset, both looking happy, and the thought of that brought yet another faint blush to his cheeks.

Giselle spared a glance at Eve and shook her head slightly as the girl spoke amusement in her tone "Ohhh?" Giselle arched an eyebrow and then looked back at the sky as Eve continued to talk her tone serious. "Do you have any pro tips for me? The only conversation starters I have are 'Isn't the weather nice today?' and 'What would you like to be like when you're an old geezer?' but the weather is very pretty today and you're not a male,"

Looking from the sky back to Eve Giselle stood up. "Listen, I don't start conversations, and I don't like conversations that waste my time, like this one is doing." she said coldly. "So, unless I think your someone worthy to talk to I'm not gonna talk to you. So come back and talk to me when you prove your worth my time." Giselle turned and walked away from Eve not even sparing the girl another glance.

As Giselle walked away from Eve with the intent to head back to her cabin a voice came over the speakers. The S.S. Anne will now depart, please stay safe and be careful on board. We will be arriving at Fuchsia City at noon tomorrow, I hope you all have a pleasant evening," right after that the woman who had spoken earlier added something.

"All battlebots are now online! Enjoy the ride folks!"

Giselle smiled at that but wasn't ready to battle anyone yet. She wanted to wait a bit before she did. Plus she wanted to look around more. See what was on the ship. She had even heard a few excited trainers mention that there were some wild Pokemon on board the ship that could be caught as well. Maybe there might be one that she would want to catch, to add to her team. Another added bonus was that if she used Jet as long as it wasn't a type that would be strong or to hard to damage for him in the battle then he would finally evolve. After a few minutes of wandering around the deck aimlessly she stopped looking in shock as a white Pokemon suddenly jumped out of the water and looked at her challenging way. "What is that Pokemon" she muttered pulling out her Pokedex glad she had brought it with her. Because this was a Pokemon she had never seen back home.

Turning the small pink and black machine on she pointed it at the Pokemon hearing the electronic voice. "Seel the Sea Lion Pokemon. It is Water and Ice Type. Seel hunts for prey in the frigid sea underneath sheets of ice. When it needs to breathe, it punches a hole through the ice with the sharply protruding section of its head. Seel is weak to Grass Types and Electric Types"

"Alright, lets battle this." Giselle smiled putting her Pokedex away and grabbing Rosie's Pokeball because of Seel's type. She knew there were People watching because she heard some people saying about wanting to catch the Seel if she didn't. "I'm gonna catch this thing" she thought determined a smirk forming on her face. "Come on out Rosie and use Leaf Blade on Seel!" she called out as she tossed the Pokeball up into the air. A red beam came from it and her Servine appeared. Rosie took one look at the Seel and ran forward right away her tail glowing a light green. As Rosie got close to the wild Pokemon she jumped in the air doing a front flip and slamming her tail against the Seel making the wild Pokemon cry out and then glared.

Seel took a breath and opened it's mouth still glaring at Rosie as it fired several shards of ice from it's mouth. "Try to dodge it Rosie!" Giselle called out knowing that while grass type moves would be effective against Seel. Any ice type moves, like Ice Shard would be effective against Rosie. So even if her Pokemon was hit by a few of the ice shards, it'd be better than being hit by all of them. Leaving her thoughts Giselle turned her attention back to the battle and watched Rosie move to the side and duck trying to avoid as many ice shards as she could but still getting hit by a few of them. The small grass type though stayed strong and refrained from crying out. "Use Mega Drain Rosie!"

Rosie stopped moving now that the ice shards were gone and glared right back at the Seel. Rosie planted her feet firmly on the ground and extended her small arms toward the Seel. A green beam came from them and hit the seal making it cry out again and seem to weaken some while Rosie seemed to start to look stronger as the attack ended. Right after though the Seel shook it's head and sent a multicolored beam of light from the horn on the top of it's head that slammed into Rosie before both Pokemon and trainer could react.

"shake it off Rosie!" Giselle called out biting her lip before taking a breath "use grass pledge followed by tackle!"

As Rosie began to get ready for the attacks she had been told to use the Seel used Aurora beam again and another multicolored beam of light slammed into Rosie making the pokemon skid back and then fall onto her back knocked out. "you did a great job Rosie, rest up" Giselle said before calling back her fainted Pokemon. "Don't think we're done here Seel" she added pulling out Jet's Pokeball and calling out her Dewott.

"Alright Jet, you take it from here, use Razor Shell". Jet crossed his arms across his chest as he glared at the Seel. He grabbed the two shells from his legs. The shells glowed yellow and Jet ran at the Seel slashing it with the two shells. "Great Job Jet!" she yelled seeing the Seel weak and trying to keep from falling over.

As Giselle pulled out an empty Pokeball she watched shocked as the Seel fell asleep and started to glow a light blue. "I have to try now" She muttered frowning as she saw the Pokemon had used rest. While it did put the Pokemon to sleep if she didn't catch it, then it would be fully healed. Taking a breath she threw the Pokeball at the Seel and held her breath.