<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SlDjov6.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bessie Sears<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ocean<br/><strong>Action:</strong>rescue rangers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maximus, everyone at camp, Open<br/><hr/><br/>As Bessie swam up besides Maximus, her first instinct was to wrap an arm around his chest and start trying to pull him back to shore. However as her arm coiled around him and her super buoyant and legit flotation devices pressed up against his back, his sudden shout gave her pause, a brow raising in surprise and confusion, "pokeballs? What are you...?" she muttered, nudging past him to peer into the hole he had chopped in the crate, eyes widening in shocked realization, "Oh sweet Arceus!"<br/><br/>This was certainly a problem. There were tons of pokeballs in here! And with each lap of the waves more water threatening to pour in through the hole Maximus had created. The padded crate wouldn't maintain it's buoyancy for long like this. Seeing the pink haired boy fighting to keep himself above water Bessie hugged him tight using the crate as leverage to keep them both hoisted up, "Alright honey, stay calm and hold on tight, I have an idea" she said, taking a moment to take a deep breath, "thank arceus momma insisted on buyin' all those HM's...ok hon, I need you to help me keep this crate straight as we shoot for the shore, keep this hole facing forward and don't let too much water wash in" she said, before closing her eyes and pulling a little trick out of her sleeves.<br/><br/>Suddenly the water around them would start to stir, even harder than before. Bessie would tighten her grip both on Maximus and the box as a huge wave rose up beneath them, the two gijinka riding a Surf wave that swept them all the way back to shore, "hold on to your butt!" she shouted as the camp, which seconds ago had seemed so far away, suddenly zoomed closer and closer, "WATCH OUT!" she cried out to others gathered on the beach, as the wave came crashing down. Most of it was broken on the shore line itself, but it managed to send out a massive splash of water in it's wake, enough to spray those lingering about the camp and even dowse the fire pit. But when the water pulled back and the tide returned to normal, both Bessie and Maximus would be safely on shore, with the crate of pokeballs in tow, "ugh...you ok hon?" Bessie asked, glancing down at Maximus, only to find herself staring down at his crotch instead of his face, "eh?" she muttered, glancing around confused. It seemed they had ended up jumbled around as they washed ashore, Bessie landing ontop of Max, his face now smothered beneath her voluptuous posterior, "Oh! Eheheh, sorry about" she cooed, lifting up her hips, not wanting to save the boy from drowning only to end up suffocating him.