The other trainers around him complied with his request, which made Io's idea and plan to figure out what kind of mess they were in much easier. As the trainers distracted the massive, blue fish blob Io sprinted a few yards away. That's when he took a breather and took a moment to examine behind the Wishiwashi's. He noticed a few more splashes that weren't coming from the gigantic school of fish and two fins circling about.

"Those Sharpedos must be what's making the Wishiwashi so angry!" Io shouted to himself. He threw a fist into the air proudly as if he achieved something great, but then came out pretty empty handed when he figured he didn't have a real plan now as he wasn't expecting more Pokemon to be the problem. "What if I get the Sharpedos to move away from the Wishiwashi, then the school would be able to freely swim away without any real danger!"

His idea sounded good to him and it didn't put any real harm into either Pokemon, so he went with it. Taking off his shirt and tossing it aside on the beach, Io dove into the chilly Alolan waters and began swimming away. Being born and raised in Alola he had learned how to be a pretty proficient swimmer and it helped that in the Orange Island it was practically the same with beaches and an ocean everywhere. Auggie had jumped onto his trainer's back and held onto his shoulders as the two drifted off into the ocean, nearing the circling Sharpedos.

As he stopped a few feet away from the pair of shark Pokemon Io had a chance to see what they were circling. It was three small Wishiwashi's which were probably a part of the larger school who were in major trouble with the sharks. "Auggie, we gotta make some commotion so the Sharpedos come over here!"

His partner Aipom rose an eyebrow and nodded his head, knowing full well that his trainer was going crazy. "This will work!" The monkey nodded his head in disbelief and sighed before splashing about with his tail. "That's it!" Io took a deep breath and dove underwater, flailing his arms about in an attempt to gain the attention of the sharks.

The researcher was always a guy with book smarts, never street smarts, but somehow things always seemed to flow his way.