[ti]quest[/ti]RetroWave

Something was calling to him. Despite knowing the dangers, warned of them over and over again in his adventures with The Captain, Saint kept returning to the Drowned Harbor. He would waffle about on the shore, imagining hoards of Guzzlord and unwieldly sea creatures hiding in the deep, until a flash of seaweed would send him scurrying back to land.

But it was different this time.

He stood on the shore, and beside him sat his newest Pokémon. He’d been trying to understand the vaporeon more, but he remained an enigma even now, staring off the pier with glass eyes and refusing to move. “Fondue?” Saint called gently, wincing a little. He’d been naming his Pokémon after desserts, which most appeared to take to gracefully enough, but it’s only with his vaporeon that he finally felt some embarrassment over his choice. But the vaporeon had said nothing, not even when he asked if he wanted a different name.

Saint stared into the water, watching his and Fondue’s reflections shift in the gentle waves. The harbor was strange. Even close to shore, the water was a deep navy, almost black. Hinting at a far deeper trench than he could have imagined. A vast unknown filled with horror—or treasure?

Saint chewed his lip. “Do you… want to go in?”

Silence, and then the gentle scrape of Fondue’s paws as he rose, long tail swinging into an arc behind him, head ducked in a pose Saint realized was reminiscent of a diver.

There was no avoiding it, then. It was time to brave the labyrinth of harbor debris and untangle what lay in the depths. A small point of comfort was knowing that with the SWIMMER class, he would be able to breathe.

Assuming whatever was in there would let him.