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Sea Mauville was starting to feel more like home as of late. The abandoned ship set up as a natural wildlife preserve, protected from the outside world. However, it also gave her the peace and quiet that she often desired. To Celeste, the ship was almost magical. A tragic tale of nature claiming what man made for itself, and man promptly knowing better than to mess with it.

So here she stayed whenever she needed to get away. Team Rocket's submarine was amazing but restricting at times. There was never any true escape, no fresh air. The rain couldn't blow into her face, she couldn't hear the wild winds of the storm approaching and she absolutely loved everything about it. Nature's wrath was terrifying in its beauty and she dare not disrespect it.

Standing wearing her properly trimmed suit, parasol resting carefully between her hands to support her weight, Celeste closed her eyes, listening to thunder crashing down around them, echoing throughout the entire ship. With a soft smile, Celeste began to continue what she had been doing for the past several hours, practicing where no one else could hear her. Singing.

Her voice echoed throughout the mostly empty ship, reflected by the steel walls. A very melodic tune, albeit distorted from the partially rusted and dilapidated state of the old ship. Thunder would suddenly crack in between verses, the ship groaning with the waves crashing against it. And yet, her voice remained firm, this was obviously not the first storm she had sheltered from within this great ship.

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Celeste was no stranger to sudden noises and surprises amongst Sea Mauville. It was a wildlife habitat, after all. Pokemon of all kinds made this giant ship their home. Not to mention, Ghost pokemon were often quite mischievous after all. They seemed to enjoy the occasional teasing once they warmed up to you. However, this sound was unlike anything she had heard before here. Human, paired with the crash of steel.

Slowly, Celeste's eyes opened up. There was a flashlight rolling across the room, its light shining up against a wall now. Someone was here, someone had been listening. Stopping her singing for a brief moment, she simply began to hum the rest of the remaining verses in quite a melodic tone as she slowly walked across the floor. Her careful movements as light as ever as she evaded any weak spots in the floor, her footsteps almost inaudible.

Finally standing against the edge of the hole, Celeste slowly leaned over just enough to glance downwards to see what had befallen her surprise visitor. A sudden crack of thunder paired with lightning shook the boat, the lightning illuminating the hallway she was standing in. From below, her silhouette would be illuminated, revealing a figure standing above and looking down below. Her hair perfectly framing her face, kept back with a simple hairband.

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She was injured, that much was obvious. Celeste had arrived just in time to watch the young woman crawl back up a metal beam. It was dark and she couldn't see the figure well but only a fool would assume a fall like that would leave someone entirely unscathed. As she finally spoke, Celeste slowly tilted her head as she debated to herself.

Why were they here? There hadn't been anyone else when she had arrived, which meant it must have been quite a rather recent arrival. Judging by the storm still raging outside, she could only assume that they were simply attempting to wait out the storm. Finding pity for the young woman, Celeste slowly moved to grab a Pokeball from her bag. Even she could understand the ferocity of a storm at sea, for one unprepared for such.

"Yes." It was a soft tone, betraying her curiosity. Slowly, Celeste sent out her Dhelmise. The massive pokemon hardly fit within the interior of the ship, with its anchor already resting down within the hole her strange visitor had fallen down into. "Kelporeal, help our... friend here. Will you?"

The ghost pokemon's eye locked onto Skyler as it began to move with an eerie quiet nature to them. Lowering its anchor, the kelp chain would certainly be easy enough to climb should she wish. Or perhaps they could sit atop the anchor and be lifted upwards. Regardless, Celeste would give them the opportunity to rescue herself. She could do that at the very least. Leaving the woman to die here would be pointless. Death came for them all someday, but there was no reason for that day to be today.

"... When you get back up here, I'll lead you across the floor to a safe place to sit. This part of the ship is quite unsafe." The danger was left obviously unsaid, walking across the floor with wild abandon was sure to cause another collapse if Skyler wasn't careful. Not to mention, the woman surely would need first aid of some kind. That meant she was going to need to get into her own supplies... What a night this turned out to be.

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It didn't take an expert to figure out that the young woman was scared, especially with the way her reaction was so instant. Years of ripping people off based on how they reacted to her words surely have refined her ability to read people, but this was so obvious Celeste couldn't help but smirk slightly. Afraid of Dhelmise? Understandably so. They were not typically a friendly Pokemon, then again many of her pokemon were terrifying things to many sailors, but it still amused her to see the way she was utterly terrified and yet still climbed anyways.

Even when she climbed out of the hole, still kneeling down and shaking Celeste had to commend her. She was terrified and overcame that fear. An admirable trait, at least. She wasn't allowing her weakness to condemn her to death. Good. It wouldn't look good if someone as muscular as she was had been stopped entirely by a single ghost, otherwise, this ship was a death sentence for them already and this was all futile.

When she finally looked up at her, Celeste simply gave the faintest whisper of a smile in return as she returned her Dhelmise back to its Pokeball. "Celeste. Be careful standing up, your back will need plenty of time to heal." She didn't offer a hand to help Skyler stand to her feet, simply because there wasn't much Celeste could do. If anything, Celeste was more likely to be pulled down. Instead, Celeste simply offered her parasol over as a temporary cane. Right now, it seemed this stranger could use it more than she could.

Considering the darkness of the room, and the woman's flashlight was still exactly where it had rolled, Celeste simply reached into the suit pocket and pulled out her phone. Only to just suddenly toss it straight into the air as it sparked and seemingly came to life. The back of the phone lit up as two bright eyes stared at the two women with a large smile on its face. This was of course her Rotom at work, he had taken quite heavily to her phone and she could hardly complain, it was extremely useful.

"Voltergeist, light the path for us if you please." The Rotom seemingly let out a little ringtone in response, only for the flashlight to suddenly flicker on and shine on the two girls. Thanking them with a nod of her head, Celeste simply motioned for Skyler to follow her across the room. Moving slowly and carefully, it eventually became quite clear that someone had laid down a few carpets across the floor she walked, likely taken from more stable sections of the ship to showcase safe places to walk.

Once Celeste was back over where she originally had been standing, a small set of couches could be seen. They were certainly old and raggedy but seemed to otherwise be holding up decently. Seemed like this used to be a lounging area, long before the ship became what it is today. "Lay down. On your stomach. If you are to stay here and survive the night, or at least until the storm dies, we need to make sure this doesn't get infected." Already, Celeste seemed to be digging into her bag that she had left over here, pulling out a surprisingly large first aid kit.

"This might sting." That was a lie. It absolutely was going to sting with an injury like that. But people weren't often a fan of being told the truth. Regardless, the excitable Rotom continued to light up the area, even as lightning occasionally flashed outside and rocked the ship.