Here's a sentence I hoped I would never say: 'Get on my back, Celes.'

Thankfully, if I couldn't even give Davis a ride, then obviously I wouldn't be of much help. The sea inside the cave was unusually quiet at times, but it could catch you by surprise; the suspicious silence would usually be shattered by waves of white water, strong enough to pass through holes in the cave, crashing into stones and walls of the cave. Normally, this would last for around ten seconds, with a break of about half a minute. Although, this had been going on for about a minute, with only a few milliseconds of no noise. A rising tide in a cave was always bad news, but a lack of a moon... hm, this was probably work of a mentally ill Wailord.

"Hold on; only two of us can get across, three as apparently the Magikarp can lift someone." I said, looking out at the ocean that had seemed to dim the atmospheric light. 'Lift.' I'm already disturbed at how a Magikarp can supposedly lift someone on their back, let alone use a fire move. My mind wanted me to shiver, although I had limited it to a simple pupil looking around and analysing the place. "You're certainly enthusiastic." I commented on his fiery nature (pun not intended), turning from the underground sea to everyone else like I was suspended by string. "I'd suggest looking for a way around, although by the looks of it..." I peered out at some paths, most of whom were hit by waves. I shuddered (to my mind's delight) when I was treated to a mental image of Spruce and Celes drowning in the salty, mineral filled water. "Mm... walking on those slippery paths. Don't even need a voice telling you how dangerous that could get."