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Fynn stared down at his trainer with pleading eyes, his roaring voice registering as a whimper to the girl who had raised him but sounding like a mighty roar given his size alone.
Elena herself was currently looking away from him, removing the last bit of her outfit, wringing it out from water and placing it on a large boulder by the beach with the rest of her clothes, leaving her in a pair of shorts and a bra. With that, she sighed, no longer able to ignore the giant puppy dog eyes mere inches from her face from the massive serpent whose body was encircling her. She relented and patted him on the head, nearly getting tossed to the ground when he nuzzled into her.
Her dip into the water definitely changed her situation. Her pokegear was all but ruined now. Her suitcase was waterlogged, and every outfit inside was ruined. She was soaked to the brim and reeked of brine.
The whole incident put a dent in her timeline. It was already a stretch to assume she could fly to Sinnoh; cross-continental travel meant time, and even with a week to make the trip, she was cutting it close. Now she saw that if she wanted to make that breakneck pace, she would inevitably fall off her ‘ride’ again. And again. And again. The idea of showing up to the event, reeking from a week without bathing and swimming in the sea or splattering bugs across her face, hair windwarped, and a core member of her team exhausted did not appeal to her
“Oh, Fynn, what are we going to do?” She groaned, sitting down on the beach and placing her head in her hands. Her answer came shortly after, the sun blocked from her eyes. Elena looked up to see a cruise ship shockingly close to the island. Fynn moved to obscure her while she grabbed her clothes from the rocks.
“What were you doing out in the middle of nowhere?” The captain asked incredulously.
Elena clung to the towel he had provided her and shivered slightly. Being soaked had not made her cold in the heat of the open ocean sky, but the air conditioner in the room forced her to chatter her teeth.
“I was trying to get to Sinnoh,” She answered plainly, feeling just how incredibly unprepared she was for the reality of her mission she was now that she stood before someone worthy of a title and spoie her ambition out loud. She felt small at that moment, and the lingering silence of the captain didn’t help. He mulled over her statement like fine wine, though, deliberating before responding.
“Well…” He started, hesitating.
This time it was Elena who used her best pleading look. Fynn must have taught her well, because the captain relented.
“We are heading to Sunyshore”
Elena wanted to dance; she wanted to hug this stranger, but he was quick to pull the rug from under her.
“But I can’t keep you on the ship without a ticket; it’s company policy,” He said, the words clearly painful for the sailor. They both knew this disheveled woman had no money. No one who did would try to rough it for a week of non-stop travel.
“There has to be a way! Whatever it takes!”
The captain grimaced, but finally replied.
“Well…”
Elena rushed about about behind a bar, pouring condensed milk that was painstakingly slow into a cup of tea so black it rivaled the night sky. She swirled the drink together once the dairy was added and created a brighter concoction of orange dotted with ice. The cup was finished with a tiny umbrella before she placed it with a batch of multi colored drinks sitting in front of various people in similarly colorful clothes.
“Hoenn Ice tea for you, sir” she said with a breathless voice, whipping the sweat from her brow. She was outside, shaded by a large tent that covered her, but the roaring sun above her still made the air hot, even with the cooling waves below her. Brewing coffee and boiling syrups behind her only made the whole process all the hotter. Despite this she smiled brightly at the guest, trying to match their enthusiasm for their drinks with her enthusiasm to work.
“Excuse me, miss” another custome chimed in, tapping Elena on the shoulder. She swiveled once she saw the man take his iced tea and walk away.
“Could I get a lemon for this?”
A man was brandishing a bright blue drink she had made only seconds ago. One that did come with a lemon that was missing.
“Right away, si-”
She began to rush to her cutting board but felt a tap on her leg now. She stifled a scream when she saw her own pokemon, a massive spider, currently wedged into a low cabinet. One of his many legs carefully balancing a lemon slice on it while the other one tapped her leg. Elena smiled at them, reached down and placed it on a small plate for the customer. In just a short time bitsy had become comfortable enough with her to be out without her worrying.
It was a tiring trip, but Elena was grateful for the chance. The cruiser was slightly slower than her own ride but it never stopped, never dropped her and at the price of cleaning rooms and laundry, working as a barista and sleeping on a cot in the boiler room, it was practically a steal. She spent a good few days on the ship before they arrived on the port. That night, she was amazed when the captain of the ship invited her to dine at his table.
She didn't have much to wear for the occasion
They had been kind enough to let her use the laundry machines for her own clothes, but she had not packed anything worth wearing to such a formal event. The best she had was a white button up and black dress pants.
When she arrived she was practically oggling the meal. The kitchen had provided her with meals but unlike the gourmet dinners the tourist received she survived off table scraps and her own waterlogged packets of protein bars and ramen. Now she was entering a dining room where the smell of rosemary and garlic wafted from a still steaming plate of steak, broccoli and mashed potatoes, all cooked to perfection.
Elena had to contain herself, trying her best not to feast like a ravenous beast. Every bite was a battle. The captain seemed entertained by her demeanor, the whole table did. They watched her as they sipped wine and mingled, never quiet speaking to her but certainly murmuring about her. Finally, the captain spoke out to her, letting her eat while he placated to his job and spoke to the rest of the people who had paid and deserved a seat at the captain's table.
“So it seems our journey together comes to an end, ms. Rosser. I wish you luck on your competition” he said, raising his glass to her as he did.
Elena had succomb to her base needs once she realized no one planned to speak to her, and when the Captain spoke she was currently stuffing her mouth like a greedent. She looked up, swallowed and gasped from the strain of doing so before she spoke.
“I wish I could make it up to you, Captain. You really saved my hide back here” she replied before wiping her face with a napkin.
“Well, make it up to me by winning. I want to be able to tell people I helped make a champion one day”
His answer came with a good natured chuckle, and Elena joined in but far more nervously. She had work to distract her before, and clinging to her Gyrados for dear life before that. Now that she was in Sinnoh, now that the competition was only a few days away, she had to remember she came here to win. Now she had to wrestle with the fact she might have come all this way just to prove she doesn't have what it takes after all.
“I will” was all she could muster.
The captain leaned forward, furrowing his brow as if a perplexing new bit of information came to him then.
“Were is the competition anyway?”
Elena hadn't even thought about that. She was so focused on getting to Sinnoh she forgot that she had a city to find.she rummaged in her pocket for a moment before procuring the purple envelope that she was given. It was now crumbled, water stained and torn at the corners but barely intact. She looked inside before offering an answer.
“Jubelife City, sir”
The captains eyes widened. He practically spat out the drink he was sipping before speaking loudly.
“That's on the other side of the country!”
Elena now matched his astonishment, eyes all but bulging out of her face. She all but leapt from her seat.
“Oh no! I've only have two days left!”
She hastily shoveled as much of her meal into her mouth as she could, before running towards the door. She turned on her heels to look back at the captain and gave him a deep, formal bow.
“Thank you for everything sir!”
She then turned, slammed into a nearby waiter, apologized and ran out of the dinning room. Once back on the deck, she released Fynn, who roared to life. She was already on his back by the time he was done.
“Fynn! We got to go!”
The massive serpent didn't need a second command. With another roar, this time of exertion, he took off, faster than ever. So fast that Elena, once more, was flung off his back to fall towards the ground.
“FYYYYYNNNNN"
Fynn stared down at his trainer with pleading eyes, his roaring voice registering as a whimper to the girl who had raised him but sounding like a mighty roar given his size alone.
Elena herself was currently looking away from him, removing the last bit of her outfit, wringing it out from water and placing it on a large boulder by the beach with the rest of her clothes, leaving her in a pair of shorts and a bra. With that, she sighed, no longer able to ignore the giant puppy dog eyes mere inches from her face from the massive serpent whose body was encircling her. She relented and patted him on the head, nearly getting tossed to the ground when he nuzzled into her.
Her dip into the water definitely changed her situation. Her pokegear was all but ruined now. Her suitcase was waterlogged, and every outfit inside was ruined. She was soaked to the brim and reeked of brine.
The whole incident put a dent in her timeline. It was already a stretch to assume she could fly to Sinnoh; cross-continental travel meant time, and even with a week to make the trip, she was cutting it close. Now she saw that if she wanted to make that breakneck pace, she would inevitably fall off her ‘ride’ again. And again. And again. The idea of showing up to the event, reeking from a week without bathing and swimming in the sea or splattering bugs across her face, hair windwarped, and a core member of her team exhausted did not appeal to her
“Oh, Fynn, what are we going to do?” She groaned, sitting down on the beach and placing her head in her hands. Her answer came shortly after, the sun blocked from her eyes. Elena looked up to see a cruise ship shockingly close to the island. Fynn moved to obscure her while she grabbed her clothes from the rocks.
“What were you doing out in the middle of nowhere?” The captain asked incredulously.
Elena clung to the towel he had provided her and shivered slightly. Being soaked had not made her cold in the heat of the open ocean sky, but the air conditioner in the room forced her to chatter her teeth.
“I was trying to get to Sinnoh,” She answered plainly, feeling just how incredibly unprepared she was for the reality of her mission she was now that she stood before someone worthy of a title and spoie her ambition out loud. She felt small at that moment, and the lingering silence of the captain didn’t help. He mulled over her statement like fine wine, though, deliberating before responding.
“Well…” He started, hesitating.
This time it was Elena who used her best pleading look. Fynn must have taught her well, because the captain relented.
“We are heading to Sunyshore”
Elena wanted to dance; she wanted to hug this stranger, but he was quick to pull the rug from under her.
“But I can’t keep you on the ship without a ticket; it’s company policy,” He said, the words clearly painful for the sailor. They both knew this disheveled woman had no money. No one who did would try to rough it for a week of non-stop travel.
“There has to be a way! Whatever it takes!”
The captain grimaced, but finally replied.
“Well…”
Elena rushed about about behind a bar, pouring condensed milk that was painstakingly slow into a cup of tea so black it rivaled the night sky. She swirled the drink together once the dairy was added and created a brighter concoction of orange dotted with ice. The cup was finished with a tiny umbrella before she placed it with a batch of multi colored drinks sitting in front of various people in similarly colorful clothes.
“Hoenn Ice tea for you, sir” she said with a breathless voice, whipping the sweat from her brow. She was outside, shaded by a large tent that covered her, but the roaring sun above her still made the air hot, even with the cooling waves below her. Brewing coffee and boiling syrups behind her only made the whole process all the hotter. Despite this she smiled brightly at the guest, trying to match their enthusiasm for their drinks with her enthusiasm to work.
“Excuse me, miss” another custome chimed in, tapping Elena on the shoulder. She swiveled once she saw the man take his iced tea and walk away.
“Could I get a lemon for this?”
A man was brandishing a bright blue drink she had made only seconds ago. One that did come with a lemon that was missing.
“Right away, si-”
She began to rush to her cutting board but felt a tap on her leg now. She stifled a scream when she saw her own pokemon, a massive spider, currently wedged into a low cabinet. One of his many legs carefully balancing a lemon slice on it while the other one tapped her leg. Elena smiled at them, reached down and placed it on a small plate for the customer. In just a short time bitsy had become comfortable enough with her to be out without her worrying.
It was a tiring trip, but Elena was grateful for the chance. The cruiser was slightly slower than her own ride but it never stopped, never dropped her and at the price of cleaning rooms and laundry, working as a barista and sleeping on a cot in the boiler room, it was practically a steal. She spent a good few days on the ship before they arrived on the port. That night, she was amazed when the captain of the ship invited her to dine at his table.
She didn't have much to wear for the occasion
They had been kind enough to let her use the laundry machines for her own clothes, but she had not packed anything worth wearing to such a formal event. The best she had was a white button up and black dress pants.
When she arrived she was practically oggling the meal. The kitchen had provided her with meals but unlike the gourmet dinners the tourist received she survived off table scraps and her own waterlogged packets of protein bars and ramen. Now she was entering a dining room where the smell of rosemary and garlic wafted from a still steaming plate of steak, broccoli and mashed potatoes, all cooked to perfection.
Elena had to contain herself, trying her best not to feast like a ravenous beast. Every bite was a battle. The captain seemed entertained by her demeanor, the whole table did. They watched her as they sipped wine and mingled, never quiet speaking to her but certainly murmuring about her. Finally, the captain spoke out to her, letting her eat while he placated to his job and spoke to the rest of the people who had paid and deserved a seat at the captain's table.
“So it seems our journey together comes to an end, ms. Rosser. I wish you luck on your competition” he said, raising his glass to her as he did.
Elena had succomb to her base needs once she realized no one planned to speak to her, and when the Captain spoke she was currently stuffing her mouth like a greedent. She looked up, swallowed and gasped from the strain of doing so before she spoke.
“I wish I could make it up to you, Captain. You really saved my hide back here” she replied before wiping her face with a napkin.
“Well, make it up to me by winning. I want to be able to tell people I helped make a champion one day”
His answer came with a good natured chuckle, and Elena joined in but far more nervously. She had work to distract her before, and clinging to her Gyrados for dear life before that. Now that she was in Sinnoh, now that the competition was only a few days away, she had to remember she came here to win. Now she had to wrestle with the fact she might have come all this way just to prove she doesn't have what it takes after all.
“I will” was all she could muster.
The captain leaned forward, furrowing his brow as if a perplexing new bit of information came to him then.
“Were is the competition anyway?”
Elena hadn't even thought about that. She was so focused on getting to Sinnoh she forgot that she had a city to find.she rummaged in her pocket for a moment before procuring the purple envelope that she was given. It was now crumbled, water stained and torn at the corners but barely intact. She looked inside before offering an answer.
“Jubelife City, sir”
The captains eyes widened. He practically spat out the drink he was sipping before speaking loudly.
“That's on the other side of the country!”
Elena now matched his astonishment, eyes all but bulging out of her face. She all but leapt from her seat.
“Oh no! I've only have two days left!”
She hastily shoveled as much of her meal into her mouth as she could, before running towards the door. She turned on her heels to look back at the captain and gave him a deep, formal bow.
“Thank you for everything sir!”
She then turned, slammed into a nearby waiter, apologized and ran out of the dinning room. Once back on the deck, she released Fynn, who roared to life. She was already on his back by the time he was done.
“Fynn! We got to go!”
The massive serpent didn't need a second command. With another roar, this time of exertion, he took off, faster than ever. So fast that Elena, once more, was flung off his back to fall towards the ground.
“FYYYYYNNNNN"
