Chapter Two: At Slateport City
Twenty minutes later, the helicopter arrived in Slateport. Sean and Roger met up with Keith and the three of them put on casual clothes and entered the ferry. Hark and Toto followed them, close enough so that he didn't lose them, but far enough away so that they could not hear them following them.
"And so this kid just comes up the helicopter, gets his Pokemon to sit on me, and then takes out Roger's Camerupt!"
"Yeah," Roger added. And then I send out Mahcargo, and he goes and picks it up, and holds it upside down!"
"How'd you get rid of 'em?" asked Keith.
"Roger recalled his Makcargo, and then he sent 'em blastin' out the back of the helicopter." He chuckled. "Dead now. As a matter of fact, his parents probably already called the police to check it out. Sayin' 'I want my baby!'
Keith and Roger laughed.
"I want my baby!" cried Sharon. "He's gone! Gone! He took his Totodile outside to play and now he's gone!"
"And this was at what time exactly?" asked the police officer.
"5:25 P.M. he went out to play. And then at 5:31 I went outside and realized that…HE WAS GONE!"
Suddenly, the police officer got a call on his walkie-talkie. He was talking on it for a few seconds, and then he got off.
"What was that about?" Sharon asked.
"Team Magma burnt down some building on West Avenue, one or two blocks from here. This guy, Jonathan Capillary was arrested trying to get away from the scene. He won't talk, but he was murmuring about some kid interfering and that it was his fault."
"Some kid! It must've been my Hark!"
The policeman got on his walkie-talkie again to deliver this news.
"Excuse me young man, but do you have a ticket?"
A ticket, huh? So Sean, Keith, and Roger had gotten a ticket. Or stolen one…"No, ma'am."
"Well, I'm sorry then, but I can't allow you on the S. S. Tron without a ticket."
"Okay. Do you know where I can get one?"
"At that old dock a few blocks away. They're fifty cents."
"Okay. Thanks."
He hunted around in his pocket. He found a quarter, two dimes, two nickels, and two pennies. Fifty-seven cents. That's be enough.
He went down to the old dock. It apparently was where the S. S. Tron had formerly been kept, but it was missing many boards and somehow, grass was growing in it. There was a small shop next to it that was rundown and covered and surrounded by moss and dead trees. He went in.
The walls had obviously been covered in pink wallpaper with yellow chicks beore, but now barely any of this paper remained. The floors were very dirty and there was dried tar and glue in many places. The counter was merely three benches placed together on the left wall. The area behind the counter was accessible by a huge and crudely cut hole in the side of the wall, making the entire place open to any bugs and other weird creatures.
Hark went up to the counter and put a quarter, two dimes, and a nickel on it.
"I would like a ticket to the S. S. Tron," he said.
"Here you go," said the lady behind the counter, handing him a ticket. She took his money.
"Thanks," he said. Now he would go down to the ferry.