I remember walking around on the floating streets of Pacifalog just before the storm. It was hard to walk on them, due to the waves coming from the storm. I almost fell into the murky surf more than once.
Finally, I made it to my dad. He was so focused on the storm, he didn't notice me for a couple of minutes. He eventually did, though, and held up his binoculars so I could get a view of the storm myself. It scared me. I shivered at the sight of it, all dark and menacing, striking the sea with lightning every now and again. He took them back, but I could still see just how bad it was.
I was twelve. I'd been studying the weather of Hoenn with him for most of my life. I knew how dangerous it was to be out there with him, but he'd told me it was safe.
It wasn't long before he changed his mind.
The angry clouds got closer and closer, and soon, even my friend Ursula the Tentacool dove beneath the surface to hide from it. By the time I could see the lightning without the aid of binoculars, my dad had changed his mind.
"Go back to the mainland with Archer," he told me, releasing his trusted Skarmory from confinement. That was the first time I'd ever seen the hardy Steel-type scared.
I didn't want to go without him, but I was too scared of the storm myself to stay. I climbed onto Archer's back and we flew back to Slateport. It was rough going, what with the winds having picked up. We were tossed around in the air, and practically crash-landed onto the pavement by the submarine station.
There, the people of Pacifalog were gathered, watching the storm's progress from a distance. We stayed with them for a while, not knowing how long it would take for the storm to reach Pacifalog. Not knowing if my dad would follow on another of his flying types.
Eventually, my dad's assistant found us in the crowd, and took us both back to the hotel. We stayed there until morning, and then headed back to the research facility near Fortree City.
We waited several days to hear from him, but word never came.
His Pokemon – all but his most beloved friend, Dewie the Castform – returned to the facility in the following weeks.
Pacifalog, the houses, and everything they had contained, were lost in the storm.
The people that had lived there were left homeless.
My father's body was never found.
I was never the same.