<div class="floatleft">(https://d.facdn.net/art/pancakebunny/1586613963/1586613963.pancakebunny_guy.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Makaio Hale<br/><strong>Location:</strong>SS Anne Bridge room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>HOOOOOOONK<br/><strong>Pokémon:</strong>Duskull and Pumpkaboo<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/qhaKUWB.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://[floatright][img height=100 padding=5]http://i.imgur.com/qhaKUWB.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/qhaKUWB.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/qhaKUWB.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/qhaKUWB.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/thumb/e/e2/355Duskull.png/375px-355Duskull.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/thumb/d/df/710Pumpkaboo.png/375px-710Pumpkaboo.png)</div><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>It had been exactly 5 hours, 35 minutes and 28 seconds, errr... Give or take, since Makio had woken up after little to no sleep. Butterflies had been the cause of the nights restlessness, as the mind raced and conjured up all sort of possible ends to the travels. Not all necessarily bad, but most were not really on the fortunate side for most of those onboard. Eventually, the young man had managed to catch a few measly hours of sleep. Today was no time to let the over active imagination take too much of a hold, after all, today was finally the day the trip would come to an end, and he'd feel his feet on some solid ground again.<br/><br/>To be honest, it was hard not to feel some scorn and other negative emotions towards the people back home when he had started on his journey, but the atmosphere on the ship had rubbed off on him whilst they had been out at sea. It was hard not to, when almost everyone on board were so excited, you could almost taste the electrifying elation in the air. The bitter feelings he had started his trip with, had now been over run by pure adrenaline and over the top enthusiasm that he was almost bouncing off walls. Almost, he couldn't let himself get that loose just yet.<br/><br/><em>“Pumpkabooooo~” </em>A small pumpkin shaped pokemon cooed,<em>“Duskull, Duskull!”</em>The other ghost exclaimed enthusiastically, as the two nodding agreement with one another. Makio took a moment to look at one, to the other, placing thumb and index finger to his chin,  stroking a few short hairs on his chin. The pokemon hovered up to each side of the young man, occasionally nuzzling each cheek as the man continued to walk in pensive thought. Duskull and Pumpkaboo had been right. He needed a full on game plan; he couldn't just waltz in like he owned the place, he'd look like a lunatic if he did. And we couldn't have that, now could we. Giving the two gentle head pats, he found himself smiling softly.<br/><br/>“You two are right, but! I think it would do all of us some good to have a final look around the ship before we dock. It's not often we get the chance to be on such a big ship!” Makio spoke, his voice not able to filter out excitement what so ever.<em>”Duskull, Duskull!” </em>The skull ghost moaned excitedly, whilst the Pumpkaboo's eyes lit up on and off, as it bobbed up and down as it floated. The trio explored   and checked out each and every hall they could possibly walk down, and traveled any staircase that wasn't locked, till finally they found themselves on the bridge wing.<br/><br/>It seemed Makaio hadn't been the only one with the idea to do some final exploring before the ship. The ship's captain was just letting in a few small families, that had been offered to let their kids see the bridge and watch the captain at work. Without even thinking about it once, the young man joined in on the little tour so confidently, no one had even thought of asking if he was with anyone of the group, or even if he actually belonged there. Of course, the young man did not stick with the tour, and found himself awestruck of the view from the bridge window; of the port that continued to come into view the closer they ship got.<br/><br/><em>“Duskull, Duskull” </em>The small pokémon moaned by his ear, as Pumpkaboo nudged him forward by pushing his back. The young mans attention was quickly grabbed by the control console of the ship. A twinkle sparkled in the green hue's as the fingers found themselves fidgeting in excitement, till finally the gaze landed on the ship's throttle.<br/><br/>“I wonder what this does?” He asked Pumpkaboo and Duskull, as his fingers wrapped around the handle, and before he even had the chance to fully think through what he was doing, he was already pushing the throttle forward. “Oh, and what's this?!”<br/><br/>“HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!”The fog horn went, as the ship began to pick up its pace.<br/><br/>