It is about half a week before the day The Great Disaster started exactly 23 years ago. Every year, these 3 days are known worldwide to be ones of remembering the ones affected, both humans and Pokémon. Probably because of this, the one who is known as 'The Creator' has scheduled the opening festivities of the Reincarnation Tournament for the day after these 3 days. And right now? The participants are on their ride towards the Bigang Region.

The big cruise ship was still in open water. Some flying-type Pokémon were following its path from above, and some water-types did the same from below. It left the Kanto Region earlier that day. The ship had been provided by the mysterious promotor of the tournament, meaning only Reincarnations, the crew and other onboard workers were allowed on the ship. There would be access to the island for more people once the tournament itself drew closer, but the first few days it would only be accessible for the Reincarnations to provide them privacy, security and a chance to get familiar with the surroundings.

The cruise ship itself looked like your average cruise ship, although perhaps a bit bigger. Multiple specialised rooms were on this ship. Most of them were passenger cabins, but other rooms included a physical training gym, both an indoor and outdoor pool, a restaurant and of course rooms specialised for Pokémon, like a grooming area, a small Pokémon Center and even small fields for Pokémon fights, although the captain told via the intercom that, on request of 'The Creator', no Pokémon battles would be allowed for the duration of the trip until on the island.

As the island slowly came into view, the captain invited the guests onto the deck to watch it draw closer. If people actually came was up to them, but the view was pretty nice, to say the least.

"A big name to match a probably equally egotistical man. I wonder if he believes he is actually god." Regis mumbled as he leaned on the railing looking out towards the water. He watched some of the pokemon down there doing their things. Mostly tentacool from what he saw. They were apparently more common in Kanto than his home in Unova. It was an interesting change of pace but one that ultimately even Regis found boring in the long run. A new place, a first journey, and his friends beside him...turned out to be a lot slower than he thought. Regis didn't sigh though. He looked through his sun glasses at the Tyrogue sitting next to him with its back against the railing. Tyrogue wasn't the friendliest of sorts but he was his first pokemon friend. That scarf around its next made it stand out more among normal Tyrogue a gift from his dear father. Regis didn't have any real interest in contests just yet but he wondered if he could get his old friend into one later. Test the waters once actual battle training calmed down.

Regis has to wonder what this creator guy had in mind calling all of these people out here. He figured it wasn't going to be a nice one. No one gets called by a person who refuses to give their real name, and should expect to just have them to bring the standard affairs. Still he made the leap this was the only way he'd probably have gotten permission for his first adventure. He wanted to prove himself but his powers made him a possible target. Last thing he needed was a bunch of loonies worshiping him. 'Reincarnation' what a silly thing he wondered if he was reborn, or if this was just a power given to him by happenstance. He didn't think about it often but he did sometimes. Ultimately this ship, and the people on it for lack of a better way were going to be his companions for awhile. May as well get use to it. "You alright?" he asked down at the Tyrogue who looked up, and nodded firmly. "Alright just checking."

Walking out of his own cabin from the midsection of the ship, Milo stopped for a moment to take in his surroundings. He walked towards the nearby railing and then rested both his arms on it, staring at the vast expanse of the ocean. "Does it remind you of home Kal?" he asked as the kabuto perched on his shoulder responded with a happy cry. Milo and Kal them both looked up to see flocks of wingull soaring overhead, with Kal chirping along. "Yep, saw our fair share of those in Hoenn, didn't we?" Milo said.

Just then the captain's voice could be heard through the loudspeakers, informing everyone to go to the deck if they wanted to see a nice view of the island. "The view does sound pretty good, but I'm sure that there'll be a hell of a lot of people going there." Milo pondered for a moment before looking at his kabuto with a slight smile. "What do you say we get our own viewing spot?" The Pokémon chirped happily as it crawled down Milo's body and onto the floor. He then pulled out a Pokeball from his satchel as he started walking away from his cabin and towards the back of the ship.

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Several minutes later, people aboard the ship could see a metang flying over the open ocean, with a human figure sitting on top of its head. "You sure you're alright Rex?" Milo asked the metal claw Pokémon he was riding on. It then replied with a psychic signal, assuring him that it was. The metang then flew alongside the ship's deck, allowing them to see the island coming into view. As Milo stared at the majestic view of the island, he began to think about the whole nature of this event. To be honest, the invitation from a nameless person to go to a secluded island did seem pretty sketchy. But then, he did get word that other reincarnations would be participating as well, thus he did accept. But after seeing the cruise ship and the massive amount of crew aboard, his suspicions seemed to be mostly cleared up. Well, he was still curious to see what awaited him on this island. But for now, Milo just wanted to admire the view with Kal and Rex.

The salty ocean air and the bright, shining sun really accentuated the "vacation" vibe, as if the cruise ship itself wasn't cloyingly emblematic of it already. Sean hadn't taken a single step on it before he already felt like a tourist. All he needed was an Alolan shirt and a selfie stick and he could probably go around pretending he got on the wrong ship. Maybe that's just an overly neurotic way of thinking, considering that applies to most people, if not everyone, but he can't shake the feeling of not belonging here. He supposes he should just let loose and enjoy himself, it's just that the prospect of upcoming pokemon battles put him in a pessimistic mood.

For the time being, Sean's mostly been sequestered in his cabin, playing with the berry pots he brought along. It might be a bit excessive to have so many on hand as to justify carrying around a berry pouch, but he figures he should get them ready for whatever the heck the tournament's "creator" has planned. From the sounds of things, he's expected to fill out an entire team of pokemon, so keeping up a supply for any possibility will probably go a long way. After all, if a new pokemon has the same tastes as one of his, he’ll need double the berries to feed and train them. He knows this because his Vibrava has mostly the same tastes as him and Watmel berries grow frustratingly slowly. Magost berries are easier to sustain on short notice, but it's just not the same.

God, Custap berries are the greatest, but why do they have to be so rare? Hopefully, this "Bigang region" has as much variety in its berries as it does its pokemon. As impressive as Sean's collection is, he's still missing a few. He's at the point where he's tried hunting down mirages that supposedly contain them, but the distance and constant threat of bad weather makes it hard to meaningfully search the Hoenn triangle.

In any case, Sean can't stay in his cabin suite for the entire trip, so when he's satisfied with his supply, he ventures out onto the deck in search of… well, he's not sure, fresh air? Kinda redundant, really, but stretching his legs out is nice, and the sky is bright and clear, as if the air was locked into a state of serenity. In the distance, he could make out the early vestiges of the Bigang region slowly coming into view. Without anywhere to be, he leans on the railing of the ship's bow and stares off into the distance as thoughts of the future and its troubles flood his mind. What trainers he'll meet, what pokemon he'll catch, and just how dangerous it might be to tangle with other reincarnators. Perhaps most of all, just what kind of a rich dandy would have the time and resources to be able to track down so many reincarnators just to host some hoity-toity tournament. Gotta wonder how it's going to be monetized, or maybe they're just one of those creepy fanatics looking for the right… candidate. The more he thinks about it, the more his uncertainty grows.

Sean's taken out of his thoughts by the ship captain announcing the visibility of the upcoming landmass. It's not a terribly good view yet but it's become more than just a tiny speck on the horizon. The announcement no doubt heralds the arrival of others, and he's not sure whether he wants to stick around for that or not. His indecisiveness decides for him as he lets himself get distracted by distant Wingull and other tiny, colorful specks dotting the coast; pokemon he can only guess at, pokemon he's never seen for himself before, and perhaps pokemon he'll become the best of friends with. In spite of any apprehension he has, there's something unshakably wistful about the adventures of a pokemon trainer.

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