A large ferry traversed the ocean. The destination could already be seen at the horizon, a strip of land in the middle of the water, getting larger and larger as the interregional ferry approached.  Wingull flew alongside the ferry, looking for any snacks the humans may drop; the bravest attempted to steal the food from the hands on the unexpecting travelers. In the distance the head of a Milotic emerged between the waves, but it dove under water moments later. 
The blue sky was filled with small clouds and a heavy wind blew, but the sun was warm and the forecast was good weather for the rest of the day.

Soon the travelers and tourists could disembark and explore the Rorie Islands.