Two young Pokémon trainers, a male and a female, were approaching the infamous theme park that was said to be haunted. The young woman, Noriko, had only come here after Quinn, the young man, to make sure he wouldn’t get in trouble. She sneezed. “How is it this cold here? Why couldn’t we go some place warmer? Like a tropical destination or…anything but haunted tourist traps?” Her partner, Kitty the Skitty, was lying on top of her head, yawning in mild boredom. “You know, if we die here, I’m blaming you.” Noriko glared at Quinn, who was having far too much fun at the expense of her neurosis’s and fears.
Quinn’s new addition to his team, Nook the Zigzagoon, seemed to be having as much fun as his trainer. The little Pokémon was busy watching his surroundings, smelling and checking everything in sight. Banzai the Meowth was doing the same thing, except he tried to pick a fight with every flying leaf and rustling bush.
Noriko grabbed a hold of Quinn’s arm. “Just so you know, I’m not scared. I don’t want you dropping into some hole on your own or anything, that’s all.”
As if on cue, Nook seemed to notice something. He stared ahead intensely right before shaking a bit and dashing forward like a rocket. Banzai wasted no time in running right behind him. The two of them passed a sign, which declared in big, happy letters: "Salty Sam's Pirate Ship". Quinn started dragging Noriko after his partners.
The young woman sighed. It was going to be a long, long trip.