You would think.
Anyone who happened to find themselves on Shale Beach, looking out at the sea, they just might have noticed at that moment something coming their way on the surface of the ocean. Nothing particularly distinguishable at first, but as it drew closer, it'd be easier to tell that it was in fact a man with a cowboy hat on his head and a Meowth on his shoulder, riding atop a Tentacruel. And then, finally, the Tentacruel reached the shore, at which point Keith Masters, the Tentacruel's Trainer, stepped off the Water/Poison-type and onto dry land.
"Thanks, Aquarius," Keith said, having turned back to face the Tentacruel.
"Tentacruel cruel," Aquarius replied happily.
Keith smiled as he held out a Poké Ball. "Alright, well, you take a good rest now," he replied, as he withdrew his Tentacruel. Once that was done and Aquarius's ball was back on his belt, Keith turned to look at the Meowth on his shoulder. "Told you she could make the journey," he added.
"I never said she couldn't," Meowth argued, speaking in English, remarkably enough. "I wanted youse ta take da Banette's Revenge so I'd be less likely ta fall in da sea!"
Keith rolled his eyes. The Banette's Revenge was his boat, a large vessel which bore a striking resemblance to old-time sailing ships (minus the masts and sails, for Keith had instead opted to put in a motor), one which he had built with the help of his Pokémon several years back. She was first built for a specific purpose, but Keith had since taken to sailing on her for a variety of reasons, whether to explore the many islands in the sea of Fizzytopia, or just to spend a day relaxing out on the water. That said, he didn't turn to his boat every single time he wished to cross the sea- not when he had so many Water Pokémon that were perfectly capable of making the journey. "Well, we came here on Aquarius," Keith said to Meowth. "And I'd like to point out that despite that fact, your precious fur remains dry as a Cubone. OK?"
"Yeah, yeah," sighed Meowth, rolling his eyes. "So, dis is Cortoza, huh?"
"Yep," Keith nodded. "Been here before, too, though that was a bit before your time."
"Yeah, Peeves was tellin' me," said Meowth. Peeves was Keith's Dusclops- he had accompanied his Trainer to Cortoza back when he was a Duskull. "So, where we headed?" he added.
"Uh, I was thinking Pele's Ruins," Keith responded. "It's what's left of this ancient temple that was built to honor the goddess Pele- there's a newer one because the natives believe the old one to be cursed, possibly by Pele herself."
Meowth turned to look at Keith. "And wat part o' dat made youse tink goin' dere was a good idea?" he demanded.
Keith shrugged (nearly jostling Meowth off his shoulder in the process). "Seems like it could be a cool experience," he replied. Meowth facepalmed (facepawed?).
"Oy," sighed Meowth. "Only Keith Masters could tink old ruins cursed by a goddess would make fer a cool place ta visit," he mumbled.
"Meowth, relax," Keith chuckled as he started walking off in the direction of Mt. Pele. "You gotta stop worrying about everything. I'm sure we'll be fine."
"Yeah, alright," said Meowth, giving up the argument at last. He still wasn't completely convinced, but figured that continuing to argue with Keith was a waste of time and energy. He instead opted to simply take in the scenery as Keith continued to walk towards Mt. Pele, and to try and not worry about things until the situation actually started to call for it.