The following week was filled with dances, large banquets, and almost everything else you could think of. The last day was a preparation day for big event. Tory mainly stayed in his room for the last day. He was thinking about which Pokemon he should use in the upcoming battle. He had seen almost everybody's Pokemon, but the decision was a tough one, as he did not know who he was going to verse, or if he had to. It was never specified that there would be a battle. Tory sat on his bed, thinking about all the possible challenges: obstacle course, elemental strength competitions, maybe even a beauty show. His concentration was broken when he saw something fall past his window. He jumped from his bed, and pressed his face against the cool window. The thing that fell had already gone underwater. Tory looked up and saw ominous dark clouds looming on the port side of the ship. "I wonder what the weather is calling for." He turned away from the window and surveyed his Pokemon. "Exeggutor, how about you come with me to the deck?" Exeggutor replied joyfully.
Tory opened the door and let his Exeggutor through first. "I won't be long," promised Tory. He closed the door behind him. They reached the deck. When they went outside, a gust of wind almost knocked Tory on his rump. At the front of the ship, he saw Melanie, staring out to sea. On the side of her was a Grumpig. Tory approached her casually. He had tried to convince her that what she saw about them going through a disaster was just a dream due to never being on a ship before, but she stood by her premonition.
As he approached her, her Grumpig turned around and pointed a hoof at him. "Grum," it said.
Melanie turned around and said, "Look," her voice was as if she was in the brink of hysteria. "The clouds, it's going to happen."
"What is?" he asked. Another strong gust blew by, knocking Tory back a few feet. Melanie, amazingly, stayed in one place.
"We are going to crash," she said. "We are going to be stranded and no one will bother to help." In the background, lightning flashed down. In the distance, what appeared to be land was obscured by fog and cloud cover.
"Look," he pointed. "There it is; we are going to be fine." Melanie turned around and squinted at the land. Surprise and misunderstanding was what her face showed. She turned the rest of her body, studying the faint image of the land. The gust blew, getting more frequent with every passing minute. Another flash lit up the stormy sky. And fat drops of rain started to pour. The quickly developing weather made Tory a little uncertain that they would make it. "Let's go," he whispered to Exeggutor. He walked to the control room.
Tory entered and then his Exeggutor. The room was filled with shiny gold knobs and cranks. It maintained the all around regal atmosphere. "Hey, you're not supposed to be here," said a crew member.
Tory looked away from the shiny gold objects. "Oh, I was wondering what the weather report is." A Wingull flew from a desk, with a piece of paper in its claws. It flew over Tory and dropped the paper directly into his hands.
Tory read the paper. It said that it should have been perfectly clear out, like it had been for the past week. There was no explanation for the storm. "Weird," he said to himself.
"Happy?" said the crew member, slightly annoyed.
"Uh, yes. Thank you." Tory opened the door and let Exeggutor out. Once he was out, he was greeted with a downpour. Lightning flashed over head, and the gusting wind blew fiercer.
"Exeggutor," said Tory's Pokemon. It was trying to stay standing.
Tory looked towards the front of the boat. Melanie was still standing there. She looked over her shoulder and muttered the words, "I told you so." Tory looked at her in shock. She was actually right. Tory couldn't believe it.
The ship rocked to one side, as a large wave hit the side of the boat. Tory slipped and started to slide to the edge. His legs were on the other side of the railing when he abruptly stopped. He looked at his rescuer and saw that it was the Grumpig. He didn't really think Exeggutor would have saved him because it didn't even have arms. Grumpig pulled Tory up. "Thanks," he shouted over the rain. Grumpig ran to the door, which was blown ajar. Tory followed and so did Exeggutor. Once inside, Tory grabbed for the handle, but kept missing it. It either flew out of the way, or the rain made his grip slippery. He finally got it closed.
Tory looked around. Melanie had already gotten in. She was wet, and her expression was nothing short of craziness. She curled up into a ball and started mumbling about how they were all going to die. Tory pitied Grumpig. What would he do if his trainer started going insane? The crack of thunder boomed throughout the ship. The lights flickered and then the ship tipped more severely than before. The lights went out, but just for a minute. Once they were back on, an announcement sounded throughout the halls. "Will all passengers please go back to their suites."
Tory looked at Melanie. She didn't appear to hear the announcement. He shrugged and said, "Come on, Exeggutor." He walked down the hall. Tory wasn't really scared. After all, they were just a couple hundred yards away from shore. They would arrive in no time.
They were one level away, when the horrible sound of scraping rock on metal echoed throughout the halls. The lights flickered once again. Several levels below, Tory could hear warning bells going off. Then, a crash that threw Tory and Exeggutor from their feet rocked the boat. The boat seemed to not be moving anymore. The lights were out and the warning bells were off. The only sound was the storm, and if he concentrated hard enough, rushing water. Tory's heart sank. He realized his Pokemon was still in his room. He got up and started running. "Come on!" commanded Tory to his Exeggutor. He looked behind him and saw Exeggutor rolling on the ground. "Use Psychic to get yourself up." Exeggutor floated up. "Now come on!"
They ran down the hall. When they came to his room, Tory tried to open the door but realized it needed his card key. He jammed his hand into his pocket. Nothing. His heart sank again. He had forgotten his card key. "Use Egg Bomb to blast the door open." Tory stepped away from the door and shielded his eyes. A loud explosion later, he was in. Pandemonium had broken loose in his room. All his Pokemon were screaming and running around. The large windows in his room had been shattered and water was flooding in. The ship was no longer level with the sea. It was tilted up.
One by one, Tory recalled his Pokemon back to their Pokeballs even Exeggutor. He turned around and ran to Henry's room. Henry was the closest to his suite. Tory got to his room. The water was up to his knees. He pounded on the door. There was no answer. "Hey," said a voice.
Tory looked around and saw Henry. "Oh, thank goodness. I think we crashed."
"You got that right. At least we are staying above the sea level." Henry looked around. "But not for long. This ship is slowly sinking." He started walking out of the hall. "Let's find the others." Tory followed Henry through the flooded hallways. It was dark and cool. Tory thought he could see his breath a few times.
"Melanie is probably still on the hallway leading up to the deck," Tory finally said.
"Ok, let's find her," Henry said. They turned the corner and ran into a mangled hallway. There was a gigantic hole in the wall, with pieces of metal and wood sticking out through the hall. Henry looked all over the hall they were in.
"Let's find another way," suggested Tory.
"I don't think there is." Henry stopped looking at the hall. "Well, there is, but it is underwater."
Troy saw a flash of movement on the other side of the wreckage. "Hey!" he cried out. The source of the movement appeared. It was Gertrude. He fur coat was wet, and her hair was a mess. She was crying. "Hey, can you help us get to the other side?"
"Look at me!" she snapped. "I am a mess. I am in no condition to help." She started to walk away.
"That's okay, we don't need her help," said Tory. He reached into his belt and pulled out a Pokeball. "Noctowl, clear this path with Psychic." Noctowl was let out and quickly went to work.
When it was finished, Tory returned it to his Pokeball and that last thing to do was to jump across the hole. Henry went first, then Tory. "Come on, let's find Gertrude," said Henry.
That wasn't hard. She was crying so loud, a deaf person could hear her. "Come on, we need to get help," said Henry. He picked her up by the arm and she sulked along.
Melanie had been in the same spot, Tory had left her. She was still muttering. Tory lifted her up. All four of them walked outside. The weather was still just as terrible as before. They walked into the control room. It was empty. "Where is the crew?" asked Henry.
On the other end was a telephone. Henry picked it up and before he could dial, someone appeared on the monitor. "Hey, we have received your distress signal, S.S. Floaty Boat. We are unable to get to you. Therefore, you need to travel to us. The fastest route to us would probably be the underground cave. While you are there, try and find a solid gold and silver Pokeball. A substantial reward will be given. Rescue station out."
The monitor went blank. "It was almost as if they expected us to see that," said Tory. He looked out the window. The entrance of the cave was visible through the lightning and rain.
Melanie screamed. "I told you so! I we have crashed and no one will help us!"