Storm sighed inwardly. This was where shit was going to get boring. A long speech about how to fish, and then you're handed the rod and shoved off. Or so he thought.

"Well, a deal's a deal, lad. C'mere," Said the suddenly lifelike fisherman. Storm was a little surprised at the sudden change of personality. He almost seemed like a real person. The fisherman kept motioning for Storm to follow him, after returning his fainted pokemon to their respective balls. Gilda alighted to rest on Storm's shoulder, as Dashie stretched and yawned from his shaded spot. Getting up, the cub chased after his trainer while he tried to delicately balance the rather heavy griffon on his shoulder.

---Five Hours Later---

Storm was exhausted, but felt rather fulfilled. He quickly jumped ashore, glad to finally be on dry land once again. He had caught a few Magikarp, but the pond was catch-and-release only. Gilda had some fun practicing her diving at fish, occasionally getting some unnamed species of pond fish to eat.

"Heh, you learn fast boy, but you still need to work on yer sea legs. If ya plan on seriously fishin', I'd suggest gettin' them legs under control, and fast," the Fisherman waved, offering some last few gems of wisdom. With a nod of thanks, Storm and company headed off on their next adventure.