[right][img]https://i.imgur.com/2EkeT0z.png[/img] [h1]𝕀𝕀𝕝𝕒 π”Ύπ•’π•§π•šπ•Ÿπ•€[/h1] π•„π•–π•Ÿπ•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•€: [@Bartimaeus] 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ: M.S Marlow - Main Deck[/right] [hr][hr] [Hider=Previously, In Galar...] [center][i]"This serious? Ya really mean it?!"[/i][/center] Isla's voice echoed through her small home as she scrambled about, phone tucked between her cheek and shoulder, frantically writing on a notepad as she paced about, looking over her current stock of traveling supplies. Close behind her were six little creatures that made up the Formation PokΓ©mon Falinks, a game of follow the leader seeming to be going on. The only witness being a blank-faced Slowbro on her couch, seeming completely oblivious to the situation at hand or just not having a care in the world about it. [b]"[i]Of course![/i] You think I'd joke about an opportunity as big as this? If my hands weren't full, I'll be sailing out there myself!"[/b] The voice on the other side of the line responded, emphasis on the fact this wasn't just some weekday prank call. "Och, 'course not, petal." Isla responded, continuing on her list. "Jus' sudden, don't ya know? I mean, gettin' to chart new landmass and do field research on the wildlife? You'd have to excuse me for thinkin' I'm dreaming!" So many thoughts were running through her head. What sort of wonderous discoveries could be waiting out there? Maybe there could be unidentified PokΓ©mon species! Delicious fresh berries to sample! All sorts of natural-grown locales that could hoist a number of rewards to a spelunker like herself. She couldn't wait to get her hands dirty, especially on some unexplored soil. This was much more exciting than her previous trips, simply by it's uniqueness. [b]"Well you're not dreaming,"[/b] The voice informed with a small giggle. [b]"Just swing by the lab when you can, there's a set date for this cruise so you'll probably want to get as prepared as you can."[/b] Isla blinked, and momentarily halted her writing. She sat down her pen long enough to pick up a half-filled coffee mug from her desk. "Eh? When do I gotta head out?" She questioned, taking a drink from her mug. [b]"You'll need to be in Hulbury tomorrow."[/b] Isla spat her coffee all over her desk, ruining the list she had been preparing with extreme ease as she shouted loud enough to send the Falinks platoon into a scatter from the surprise. [i]"WHAT?!"[/i] A nervous laugh came from the other side of the phone. [b]"Don't blame me! I just received this offer yesterday. I couldn't clear my schedule that fast, so I'm trying to help a sister out!"[/b] "Ya numpty!" Isla grumbled as she frantically tried to clean her desk. "Ya realize how much movin' I gotta do today to make sure I get there on time?! The lab, shopping, travelin'! Ach, ya had to hide that 'till the last second!" [b]"Does that mean you [i]don't[/i] want it?"[/b] Isla was asked, teasingly. "Oh, I want it!" She replied, shuffled papers being heard as she tried to get them away from her coffee apocalypse. "You better get out the record books, darlin'. 'Cause you're about to witness a gal haul arse across Galar!" Isla intended to hang up the phone after her boast, but missed it slightly as she sat it down. The sounds of her frantically packing and getting her PokΓ©mon ready for quite the trip could be heard, along with the immense excitement the woman had to be sailing away from home again.[/Hider] [hr] Isla wasn't a troublesome passenger on the boat, but she had been an extremely friendly one. Over her time spent on board it was hard to not spot here in one place or another, conversing about a certain species of PokΓ©mon or just taking notes on the sea-bound creatures she saw. The sweet taste of the fresh sea air and the sight of the approaching island was making her extremely jittery. As nice as the cruise was, it was far from her current interest, and she couldn't wait to slam her feet down on solid ground. She'd eaten her fair share of food though, and would probably miss the quality when she got to the island. Her knuckles lightly rubbed from her top lip to the bottom one, listening to the PA system and what information they had to provide. "Safety in numbers, bless that." She spoke to herself, wondering if she should strike up some conversation and find a group for herself. Surely she couldn't be the only one around here that'd be looking! If that was the case, it'd be embarrassing at best for the poor gal. So she set out, eyeing a few potential travelling companions. But as she approached them... [sub]"Moment o' yer time, petal?" [right]"Sorry, busy getting ready with my group."[/right] "Looks like ya could use a bud for the road!" [right]"Um, I'm here with friends."[/right] "Hiya-" [right]"Sorry, we're full."[/right][/sub] Well this was going great! The researcher pouted to herself for a moment, feeling stuck. Adjusting her sunhat (Which she bought during the cruise, she couldn't resist) she decided to take a moment, as the boat hadn't quite made it to the island yet! She had time, and just needed to calm down a little! What was it if she couldn't find anyone, anyways? She was dependable! She had her best buddies in her bag, it wasn't as big of a deal as she was making it out to be. If it happened, it happened! If not? Well... It wasn't her first solo venture, for sure. She went for a drink, deciding on a bottle of Pocari Sweat to rehydrate and cool it. The refreshment caused her shoulders to raise in delight, a small but notable smile on her face as she took a second to relax. She noticed [color=618bcf]someone else[/color] coming up to get a drink, but became distracted by spotting a flock of Wingull's. Excitedly she walked past [color=618bcf]that guy[/color] to get a better look by heading towards the railing with an exclamation of "Yaldi!" in an tone most amazed. Sooner than later the flock was gone, flying off into the horizon. Her path had brought her to another curious sight, though. A rather [color=456aa6]nauseous looking lass[/color] keeping close to the railing, face looking like she was holding back a floodgate! Isla wasn't a full-fledged doctor, but it wasn't hard to identify a bit of sea sickness. Her heart went out to those that had issues with the seas: Such a beautiful thing causing them pain and strife. It stung, in it's own way. She'd spare that one, not wanting to yap up a storm on some poor girl until she pukes: That wasn't considerate at all. Gaze going back out towards the island, she took an occasional gulp from her Pocari Sweat bottle as she began putting a mental checklist together of tasks to complete once she was off the boat. That wasn't far off, after all.