Drake's ship was impressively fast, mainly thanks to its five sails and the Tailwind from large Flying-type Pokémon. It moved as though an air cannon were propelling it.
The people aboard, however, were in no mood to admire its speed.
Dressed in a white bandeau and a blue slit skirt, Pheobe crouched shamefacedly to one side while Drake lectured her.
She had been stranded on a tiny island half an hour's voyage from Mt. Pyre.
When Gary and the others found her, she had been trying hard to fish with her bare feet, hoping to find a Water-type Pokémon to ride.
"This is outrageous! A member of the Elite Four, ambushed until she had no way to travel and dumped on a deserted island! Pheobe, you've really let yourself go!" Drake's mustache twitched, making it clear how angry he was.
More importantly, Gary and Brendan were aboard. This embarrassment had spread to another region!
Knowing she was in the wrong, Pheobe crouched on the ground, tugging at her earlobes. "Please stop scolding me, old man. How was I supposed to know there would be a whole school of Sharpedo there?
"Dusknoir and Gengar both had their stamina worn down by fighting one opponent after another.
"By the time I realized what was happening, those bastards had already sailed off in their submarine, and I didn't have any Water-type Pokémon..."
"Excuses! Useless! All... useless!" Drake planted his hands on his hips. "Why didn't you wipe them out instead of letting them wipe you out?!"
Pheobe: (=TェT=)... "I know I was wrong! Anyway, let's hurry back to Mt. Pyre."
"There's no point scolding her now, Drake. We should hurry to Mt. Pyre's aid." Gary had already taken out a Poké Ball.
Thanks to Pheobe, there was no way swimming there would get