The waves crashed on the sides of the cruise liner. Fuchsia City was but a thin line across the horizon. Tory and the others were not allowed inside the ship until their rooms were given to them. So they sat on beach chairs on the upper deck. Finally, after thirty minutes of waiting for him, the man came out to assign their rooms. "Hello, finalists. I will give you your room assignments and then you will be able to go anywhere on the ship. The journey is expected to last about a week. Which may or may not be enough time to explore the ship. Now for your rooms: Gertrude, you have the Affluent Suite." Gertrude raised her chin and smiled, with a satisfied 'humph.' "Henry, you have the Erudition Suite." The scientist's emotion didn't change. "Melanie, you have the Transmundane Suite." Like Henry, Melanie's emotion didn't show on her face, it never does. "And Tory, you have the Imperial Suite." He gave a card key to each of the finalists.
The man started to walk back into the ship when Henry asked, "What is our assignment? The ticket said we would find out when the ship took off."
The man stopped and turned around. "That will be given to you when we make land fall. Also, if you get lost, maps are displayed through out the halls." He smiled and went back into the ship.
Tory got up, eager to see his suite. But like when it was time to go on board the ship, Gertrude was the first to go inside. Once Tory was inside, he walked through the halls with wonder. They were dark blue with gold lamps sticking out of the wall. The hall was fairly large. The elegant pattern carpet stretched from one end of the hall to the other. He walked down a few flights of stairs. Eventually his Araidos started to walk on the side of him. He thought he was alone in the hall, but Henry came up from behind him. "Hey, I didn't get a chance to meet you." Tory jumped.
"Oh, you startled me. I am Tory." He held out a hand to shake.
"I am sorry, I am Professor Henry Cobalt." He took the hand and shook it. "I am not trying to follow you; it's just that my suite is this direction to."
"Oh, that's okay." Tory continued to walk and Henry followed.
"Oh, what do you know? This is my suite. It's nice meeting you and good luck when we arrive at the Seafoam Islands." Henry ran ahead to his door, his lab coat flailing behind.
"Same with you," said Tory. He continued to walk down the hall. Certain he was all alone. Finally, he came to a door marked "Imperial Suite." He slid the card key in the door. It beeped and opened slowly. The sight of his room took his breath away. It was at least three stories high. The walls were painted a deep, dark red, with silver furnishings. On the wall opposite of the door were windows that went from the floor to the ceiling. To the left was a wall lined with white marble pillars. Across from that wall was the bed, it was large and covered with a red and silver bedspread. On the left and right side of the bed were two black nightstands.
"Oh my goodness," he said, with his mouth hanging open slightly. "The ticket was right; never will I see a place filled with so many luxuries at once." He walked in and closed the door behind him. He tossed the rest of his Pokeballs on the ground. One by one, they came out: Exeggutor, Noctowl, Pineco, Magcargo, and Surskit. At first confusion had hit them, but it was slowly catching on. Noctowl was the first to make himself at home. He flew up and sat on a silver perch near the top of the wall. He let out a joyful hoot and the others soon made themselves at home too.
"Surskit, looks like you need some water to play in," said Tory. As he listened to Surskit's reply, he found a book on the nightstand. It said "Bedroom Manual." "A manual for a bedroom?" He opened it and read it, occasionally looking up and around the room. He put it down and walked to the other side of the bed, near the window. He looked at the wall closer. Surskit was getting angry because Tory was ignoring it. "Hold on, Surskit," said Tory, waving a hand at it. Tory pushed a small button on the wall and part of the wall came out into the bedroom. It was a pool of water, the size of a hot tub with different temperature settings. "This ship does have everything."
For the rest of the evening, Tory sat on the bed and stared out at the window. Dinner was served for him and his Pokemon. It was the best dinner he had ever had. Everything was cooked just perfectly, and then came desert, which was equally satisfying. After dinner he decided to explore the ship. He also decided to bring his Noctowl along.
He left the room with his Noctowl sitting on his shoulder. He wandered aimlessly around the corridors. Tory was deep below the ship's upper most deck. The sound of the boiler room could be heard under him. Yet, the ship still maintained the fine regal atmosphere. He was checking the name plates on the doors, when his Noctowl screeched.
"Ow, hey, buddy. Not so loud," Tory rubbed his ear. But his Noctowl was staring down the hall. Troy looked to and his heart skipped a beat. On the other side of the hall was a Persian, crouched low to the ground, eyeing Noctowl up and down. Tory started to back away slowly. But Persian jumped into the air landed in front of Tory and Noctowl. Noctowl screeched, and then Persian growled. Troy's heart was racing. But then Gertrude came around the corner.
"Oh, there you are," Gertrude said. Tory looked behind his shoulder. "Come here, now," she said. The Persian lowered its head and ears, as if it knew it was in trouble.
"That thing is yours?" asked Tory.
"That thing is my Persian," she corrected. She scratched behind Persian's ears. Persian started to purr loudly.
"Oh, well I will be going now," he said. He started to walk away.
"Well, just to let you know, that freaky girl is mumbling about something. She claims to have seen the future. If you want to watch her, she is two decks above. Quite funny, actually."
Tory nodded and walked away. He didn't mean to go two stories up and watch Melanie like a freak show, but he stumbled upon her. She was in a corner in fetal position, rocking back and forth, mumbling to her self. She appeared more pale than usual, which was probably impossible. When she saw Tory, she jumped up and ran over to him. She grabbed his shirt and looked at him crazy eyed. "We are all going to die!" she screamed. "The ship is going to crash, and we will be stranded on the Seafoam Islands."
"Hey, now. Let's look at this trip with a little more optimism." He tried to get away from her grip, but it was surprisingly strong. "This is your first time on a boat, and I can see where you get these absurd accusations. But we are going to be perfectly fine."
"No!" she screamed. "I have seen it."
"You need to lie down for a while," suggested Tory. He wiggled free from her grip. "I am going back to my suite, you should too."
"You will regret not listening to me!" she shouted, as he quickly walked away from her.