When I woke the next morning, I stretched and stifled a yawn. I casually glanced across the dying embers in the makeshift fire pit so I wouldn't be caught looking. She was still asleep. I stood up with a sigh and dug around in the bag I had managed to save yesterday. Finally, I dug out my old rod. After loading it with bait, I cast out in to the sea, and within a few minutes, I had reeled in a fat Magikarp. I cringed as I hit it over the head with a rock I found, but we had to eat something. I pulled out a pocket knife and filleted the unfortunate fish to the best of my abilities. Dessa didn't wake up until I was almost done cooking the meat over the new fire I had started.

"Whazzat?" she murmured groggily

"Breakfast," I replied.

"Aw! Ryan you jerk, did you kill a Magikarp?!" she whined, unappreciatively.

"Well, what did you expect me to do, Princess? Call room service?!"

She grumbled something incoherently and snatched one of the fillets from me, obviously frustrated. We spent that meal in silence, me fiddling with the pokeball at my waist, and Dessa completely zoning out. I was about to fill the awkward void, when she suddenly asked,

"What happened last night? On the ship."

"Well... it was pretty bad." I replied, feeling nervous.

"How so?" She demanded,

"Uh... well... Many were able to escape thanks to you momentarily, and very stupidly, distracting Kyogre, but... not everyone was able to make it... The captain decided to go down with the ship..."

"But the SS Anne sank," she protested, a sparkle of hope in her eyes, "and not a single person was even injured!"

"It wasn't the way it was with the Anne..." I said softly, "People died, Dessa."

The hope vanished quickly and she gave me a solemn nod. From that point on we both understood that we would have to live with survivor's guilt. Another heavy silence stretched between us, when suddenly...

My only pokemon, Jeremy, popped out of his ultra ball and announced his presence to the entire world. Dessa's eyes grew about as big as the moon when she saw him.

"Is that..." she whispered, "It can't be..."

"Wobbuffet!" shouted Jeremy again, disproving Dessa's unesscesary doubts.

Like a switch had been flipped in her brain, she immediately switched in to cutesy, girly mode. To tell the truth... It was kind of scary.

"OOHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GODDDDDDDD!" she screeched in a frequency high enough to make every pet Snubbull in the region pee on the floor.

"It's a Wobbuffet! I've always wanted one!"

All I could do was stare blankly at her.

Geez, she must have multiple personality disorder!

She ran up to Jeremy, latched on to him, (At the time, I feared she would literally never let go) and said,

"Where did you find it?

"Well, first, his name is Jeremy and I found him in Cerulean Cave. My family was on vacation in Kanto, and I sneaked in. He was the first pokemon I ran in to. He was a baby then, and after we played together for a while, we became friends."

After I finished my story, she looked crestfallen, and actually began to cry.

"Aw man! I'll never find a Wobbuffet! How will I live?"

I heard an angry rustling and saw her Snorlax's pokeball shaking almost violently. It looks like she upset him. Determined to keep things from getting any more ridiculous, I suggested we clean up our "campsite" and start trying to walk to a town nearby. After several minutes of sniffles and consideration, Dessa finally agreed to my plan.

I was putting out my fire when a quite whisper took me by surprise.

"Uhm... Ryan? Thanks for letting me borrow the jacket..." she said holding the jacket out to me.

I felt a twinge of guilt. I felt like a truly terrible person. I put a façade to keep her from noticing my sadness.

"No problem," I said with a grin, "You should hang on to it; you'll only get uglier if you freeze to death!"

It was quite obvious that she felt offended when she began to yell and rant. The barrage of insults lasted until we had finished cleaning, and were leaving the little beach to enter the coniferous forest.

Several hours later, at the Team Aqua hideout, a female grunt was at her desk reading a fan fiction instead of working.

"Yes, Lance," she muttered gleefully, "Falkner does love you!"

She heard the sound of a throat clearing and swiveled around in her chair to see who it was. One of her superiors. She had a miniature heart attack and hit the minimize button on her computer.

"Uhh... Yes, Sir. What is it?" she barely managed to say.

"Archie was wondering about our plan," he said grumbled, "How is it going?"

"Well, the Kyogre part of the plan worked, but the other parts might also be difficult..."

"Yes. They might be," he whispered threateningly, "If you keep goofing off! Now go home. It's late. And never let me catch you reading this shit again!"

"Yes, Sir!" she squeaked as she hurried away.

The Team Aqua executive sat down at the grunt's desk and pulled up the minimized window curiously. After clicking back to chapter one, he began to read. Four hours and twelve chapters later, he found himself long for an "I Heart Lancner" shirt.

Thanks for reading! I made a sad attempt at humor at the end, so please excuse me if it was terrible. I was also wondering what you thought about me putting it from Ryan's point of view. So please give some feedback so I can improve my story. ^_^