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SCOUT WILDER
[M] FIRST LIGHT
POSTED ON Jun 28, 2024 3:07:04 GMT
As Hoenn transitions week by sweltering week into another record-hot summer, so too do the schools of Corsola en route for their annual migrations towards the southern seas. They prefer to go during warmest part of the season, when the jetstream currents are the strongest from the thermal delta between the sunlight layer, seasonally warmed by the hot surface temperatures, and the deeper pelagic zone, that remains at a steady sub-nautical chill year-round.
The Corsola seem to begin their journey earlier each year. Scout is glad to have caught his first water-type Pokemon only a few weeks before, right in time to be allowed on one of the migration missions.
Along with the boat, they've been provided with diving equipment: two wet-suits, underwater headlamps, and four hours' capacity of oxygen tanks. It's a lot, for such a small dinghy. The elite ranger who had sent them off had said it was unlikely they'd need to get into the water much at all, but Scout thinks it's still nice to feel well-equipped. And while he knows it's not the purpose of their task at hand, he still packs his trusty fishing rod — just in case there's a slow moment.
The motor hums at a steady pace as Scout and Airi's vessel cruises along the beach cliffs, tracking the school of Corsola at a safe, non-disruptive distance. Slowly a few of them begin to bob further and further away from the shoreline.
"There they go," Scout says.
AIRI WATANABE
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