<div align="center"><strong>[Olivine City Harbor]<br/>[Mark &amp; Mantine]</strong><br/></div><br/><br/>The crystalline harbor in the distance was almost within reach as the midday sun shined overhead and caused Olivine City to shimmer with its many reflective surfaces.<em>“Almost 6 PM, Manty. We better not dick around in Olivine too much.” </em>Mark said, more so to remind himself, rather than Mantine.<br/><br/>The journey from Cianwood to the Olvine City Harbor took a bit longer than expected. The S.S. Anne chugged along the calm sea and docked her bow into the pier. Several teenage males fastened the Jumpluff rope dangling from the bow of the ship. The pier workers secured the rope around a stone pillar, ensuring that if the ship was the somehow drift away, all of Olivine would come with it.<em><strong>“ALL ABOARD!”</strong></em>the captain of the S.S. Anne hollered over the scratchy and static-ey intercom.<br/><strong><em>"We will be docking shortly. Please gather your belongings and proceed towards the exit on the upper deck. The S.S. Anne and her crew thank you for your cooperation on board this voyage." </em></strong><br/><br/>Mark heard those words dozens of times prior to today – they repeated the same phrase after every departure and docking of the S.S. Anne. Company protocol, Mark thought. Although today, the words somehow had more significance.<br/>Wheeling his bike and Mantine off the small steel bridge leading off the ship, Mark caught his first glimpse of the Olivine City Harbor in a while. Entering the Olivine Harbor was like having your senses assaulted. The plethora of different cuisine wafting in the air, workers from all across the Pokeworld, shiphands, and quite a few (well-guarded) Pokemon overloaded the senses.<br/><br/><em>“There’s no way you’re missing this culture, Mantine. I refuse to keep you in your Pokeball, but stay quiet and lay low,”</em>Mark helped Mantine into his backpack. He left the upper compartment unzipped, which allowed Mantin to rest comfortably<br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">“(Mantine)”</span></em>Mark’s Mantine whispered to let his trainer know he was cozy and enjoying the view.<br/><br/>Several tamed Snubbull stood around the numerous food carts and stands, holding several plates worth of food and wearing embarrassing signs:<em>“FREE SAMPLES! TAKE AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!”</em>Several Scyther also balanced dishes haphazardly as they scurried around and delivered exotic food to consumers. Mantine normally felt a bit slimy, but the excitable Pokemon salivated when he caught a whiff of the spices in the air. Mark smelled it too<em>“Oh my Celebi, that smells heavenly!”</em><br/>Mark and Mantine attempted to identify the multitude of spices lingering in the air – turmeric….cumin...cinnamon…and saffron, which was Mark’s personal favorite spice. Stalls selling all manner of clothes and gear were headed by Trainers and their Jumpluff.<br/><br/><em>“I regret getting grub at home. We should have just eaten here, right Manty?”</em>regretted Mark.<br/><em>“Mantine…”</em>he agreed.<br/><br/><em>“100% Organic Jumploof  Cotton and Mareep Wool! No Synthetic Fibres!”</em>The Jumpluff danced in front of the clothing vendors to attract business and several impulsive housewives rushed in to spend their husbands’ money. Although the hustle and bustle of Olivine City was entrancing, Mark realized he had more immediate priorities and set off towards Goldenrod on his bike, with Mantine still tightly tucked away in his backpack.<br/><br/><em>“Better get to the radio tower and quick before things get even worse,”</em>he began to pedal more vigorously and waved to Olivine as he entered Route 39. Within 30 minutes, Mark sped by the MooMoo Farm, a Miltank dairy farm which in recent years has become the main sponsor of the Johto Feast. Turning east towards Ecruteak City and onto Route 38, Mark spied the Brass Tower overhead, peering above the station between Route 38 and Ecruteak and casting a shadow down on the route.<br/><br/>Speeding down Route 38, Mark managed to gain quite a bit of momentum and the almost autumnal breeze made Mantine retreat deeper into the backpack, warmed by Mark’s body heat, Mantine and his trainer continued down Route 38 with thoughts of becoming stronger and, more importantly, getting that reward from Elm afterwards (whatever “that reward” was.)<br/>