Phoebe Jones
Alola ---> Ferry | Open | Dhelmise ---> None
"Be safe! I love you! I'll miss you!"
Phoebe waved back to her mother, stumbling a bit from the cobblestone driveway. She face forward and righted herself as her mom went back into the house. The door clicked shut and the street was quiet once more.
It was 'way too darn early' o'clock and eerily quiet, but if Phoebe wanted to get to Kalos in time to take the ferry to Taurite, she had to leave now. Actually, she was a bit behind schedule, but she had a plan for that. Phoebe pulled a ball off her belt. It was marked with an angry eye. She tossed the Pokeball and waited.
The white light coalesced into a vaguely square shape, a lump of metal covered in greenery. It contained roughly six square feet of ship's hull, an anchor, and a bit of what used to be the post the wheel was attached to. The entire mass was covered in green-blue vines that looked a bit like kelp, but was actually the Pokemon. The piece of ship was simply what the Pokemon attached itself to.
"Okay Dhelmise, you know the deal. You're taking me to the ferry at Heahea, remember?" The Dhelmise first looked a bit confused, then excited. Its whole body shuddered. Phoebe did too--she was worried about this, but it was her only option. All of her other Pokemon were too small or slower than walking herself. There was a reason Dhelmise wasn't known as a riding Pokemon. They weren't exactly a
comfortable ride.
Dhelmise lowered itself to the ground horizontally. Phoebe carefully sat down, holding the broken pole for safety, "Okay...Gently, gent--Aaaah!" The Ghost-type shot off, pulling up vertically before it remember someone was riding on its back, then took a diagonal and flew high up in the sky, way too high. Phoebe screamed at it about how she was going to fall off die. Dhelmise laughed its creepy deep laugh and went higher. It caught a rising wind and used that to fly even faster.
Somehow they made it to the beach alive. Dhelmise floated downward like a falling leaf, gentle and slow, with Phoebe clutching it white-knuckled. It flipped upside-down and shook until she fell off. Then it righted itself and made a noise like it was asking, 'Did I do good?' Phoebe said nothing and wordlessly returned it.
"
Never again."