If only she'd checked with Hoenn's Weather Institute, they would've been able to tell her all about the upcoming storm and the perceived level of danger she would be putting herself in by staying out at sea while it approached. Skyler, however, doesn't seem threatened or intimidated. She's close to Mossdeep, close enough to sail there before things get really out of hand. And maybe spending her night somewhere different might be a welcome change. It's been a while since she'd last stepped into Mossdeep...

She'll have to warn angelo vestri that she won't be going home back to the Sotally Tober tonight.

hey bb
stuck in mossddep
storm comin
wont be bck tonite

A disturbance in the water catches her attention, silver eyes drifting away from the screen to study the nearby waves. Looking closer, she makes out an unmistakable pink fin breaking out of the water. Huh. Gorebyss. Though they usually swam in deeper waters, dusk brought them closer to the surface to hunt for prey.

Skyler follows its weaving path among suspiciously gentle waves before it sinks again into the depths.

Closer to the horizon, a distant wind begins to pick up.

Golden curls stir under the nightly breeze that travels over ocean waters, bringing with it the familiar scent of salt and ozone. The horizon is now fully dark with the weight of forbidding clouds, spreading with extended tendrils over the darkening sky. Gobbling up the last 'hurrahs' of a faint sunset in its gluttonous grasp.

In the distance, Skyler thinks she can detect curls of sea foam from cresting ocean waves, fleeting among the inky waters that blend into the sky above.

Beneath her boat, the ocean is barely moving. It seems as if the world is holding its breath, caught in a moment of breathless anticipation. Teetering over the edge of a great and terrible precipice.

Skyler lived for these moments.

A ping from somewhere inside her pocket has Skyler blinking in confusion, though it's soon replaced by a lopsided smile when she reads the message on her phone's screen. Nimble fingers fly over the cracked screen, typing out a response.

y
bt ill be happier
with dessert
;)

From the corners of her eyes Skyler can see groups of Wingull and Pelliper making their way inland. She really ought to follow them soon, but her thoughts are loathe to linger in safety concerns when something else drags her attention to the encroaching tempest. 

A passing Pyukumuku is ignored in favor of getting the boat ready for departure.

pass

Captain Dross knows how to recognize storms, but it isn't often that she lingers enough to watch them unfold around her. Although the siren song beckons to her, calling her silvery gaze to fixate upon hypnotizing patterns of violently swirling clouds, Skyler isn't eager to lay her life down without a fight. Despite her deep-seated conviction that her life would see its end at the bottom of the ocean, there is no need to tempt fate. Not yet.

One day, maybe. Definitely.

So the sailor lifts the speedboat's anchor. Attached to it comes a small Froakie, the small toad-like pokemon making no motion other than to blink at her. "I usually don't take passangers, but I'll make an exception for you." The water type doesn't seem in any hurry to return to the ocean, so Skyler simply lets it be as she busies herself. 

Another text message lits up the screen of her phone, and as the blonde peers down to read it she can't help the boisterous bark of laughter that escapes her lips. Amusement brightens her silver eyes as she types in her response. 

hrry up and bring me
dessert thn
- yor hungry bb
;)

Sailors and fishermen find solace in solid earth under their feet and a beer in their hands. But most of them never quite turn their back to the sea - and Skyler is no different, docking her speedboat while keeping an eye on the calm waves. A weathered longing carved in the chambers of her chest as she plants her booted feet on the docks. Leaving the ocean behind.

"Comin' along?"

The Froakie is silent, and when Skyler peeks at its small shape it seems as if it'd... fallen asleep? "That's just rude." 

Regardless, she leaves some food for it. Just in case.

befrieding froakie