Pokémon PrismGold

Chapter Forty-Four: "Water Ride from Hell"

Mark kept the gun on the Valor man, but quickly tried to plug the CB back in. The Valor man tensed at the wheel like he might try something, causing Nate to snap out. "Don't you even think about it!" Mark plugged in the CB, going for the receiver, when the Valor man made his move. Grabbing Mark's wrist with the gun, the Valor man turned to flip Mark over himself. Yelping Mark gripped the gun tighter, until the Valor man twisted it from his grip and pointed it at Sean. Sean fell back against the door in fear, looking to Nate who froze half-way to the man. The Valor man, set his finger on the trigger, telling them all coldly. "Anyone moves! And I kill him! I don't know what you boys want, but it ends here!" Mark was going to yank his wrist down but feared that Nate might get shot if he did pull him in a new direction. He thought about trying to get Nathan's attention, until he saw Chad creeping silently across the dash. Smirking, Mark told the Valor man. "Put that gun down and you would get hurt."

The Valor man looked down at Mark, snapping back angrily. "Shut it! You are going to tie these two up. NOW! Or I'll just shoot them." Mark let his eyes move to the dash while the Valor man was looking at him. The Valor man tensed, jerking his head toward Chad who punched him with a strong ghostly fist. Chad's other ghostly hand stretched out to snatch the gun, turning the barrel up as it went off. Yanking the gun from the Valor man, the man fell unconscious across the floor beside Mark. Mark swatted the man in the gut, snapping out to him. "Did you miss the part where ghosts don't listen to their trainers? Dumbass." Nate moved to Sean, putting a hand on his chest as he asked him with concern. "You ok?" Sean nodded, but he looked spooked. Nate pulled Sean against him, telling Mark seriously. "Mark, the Harbor Master?" Groaning Mark got to his feet, saying gruffly. "Ya, I got it. Just toss this fucker overboard." Nate rolled his eyes, relaying to Sean. "Come on. Let's tie him up."

Getting to his feet, Mark grabbed the wheel to the boat and looked out at the raging waves that were starting to toss the boat around. Pulling the receiver down, Mark handed it to Chad and told him seriously. "Tell the Harbor Master that this is Harbor Hauler." Chad set the gun down, cradling the round plastic receiver in his hands with wide eyes. Chad started to talk, causing Mark to snort and reach out to press the button for him. Chad leaned close to the receiver, responding in the Valor man's voice. "This is Harbor Hauler on approach Harbor Master, come back?" Mark blinked at Chad, who just tilted his head happily. Had he screwed around on the docks of Alola before this? Over the speaker, the Harbor Master replied. "Harbor Hauler, why are you crossing? All ships are supposed to be docked until the storm calms." Mark tried to think of something to say, when Chad pressed the button and began to answer. "Harbor Master, we were ordered to return the ship to Fire Island. Giovanni's orders."

Mark's jaw dropped, while Chad's ghostly finger removed a sticky note from the dash. Snatching the sticky note, Mark read it over to himself. The order was from Giovanni requesting that the docks be closed, and all ships returned to Fire Island until a culprit was found. Setting the sticky note back, Mark heard the Harbor Master rush out. "Harbor Hauler, the waves are getting too bad! You might not make it! I don't care what Giovanni ordered. Return to Fire Town Port!" Chad spun around to face the window, replying with a sudden confident flare to his voice. "That's a negative, Harbor Master. We have reached the open sea! In trouble we be!" Mark yanked the receiver from Chad, sternly whispering back as he realized what Chad was quoting. "Alright, that's it. No more pirate movies for you!" Chad pouted, crossing his ghostly arms over his canvas chest. Over the speaker, the Harbor Master chuckled and told them. "Really, Phil? The pirate hunt for the white Wailord? I thought you hated pirate movies." Mark narrowed his eyes on Chad, who shrugged.

The Harbor Master added over the speaker though. "Fine. Look for the red lights. Hopefully you'll be able to see the lights of the reef... there is a fog rolling in." Mark reluctantly handed the receiver back to Chad. Chad snatched it happily, pressing the button to proudly state out. "Copy that, Harbor Master! Leave the lights on! We'll be coming in with the lightning at our backs." The Harbor Master could be heard laughing over the speaker with a few other men. Mark shook his head, spinning the wheel to keep the waves from knocking them completely off course. One of the waves tossed them so hard that Mark staggered into the dash. Behind him, Nathan lost his footing and stumbled to the floor in the cabin. Sitting up, Nate informed Mark coolly. "We tied up the men and for good measure... I put them in an empty crate. So, how have you been?" Mark scoffed, fighting the wheel of the ship as he said a bit distracted. "Trying to look for lights. Where is Sean?!" Nate turned to gesture behind him, then went wide eyed when no one was behind him. Gasping, he yelled out. "SEAN?!" From outside, Sean moved around a bunch of tied down crates, asking a bit salty. "WHAT?!" A rogue wave splashed over Sean, coating him in seaweed that made Sean scream, but he was under the impression that it was something else.