"Great! Let's head out!"
Phil turned and quickly made his way to the haunted pier, his new friend following close behind. The sun had begun to go down, and crowds of people were leaving the street market and heading home for the evening. A few trainers stopped for battles in the streets, but the pair didn't stop to watch. Much more exciting prospects were ahead.
The 'haunted' pier was easy to find, since almost everyone avoided it. The whole area seemed to be darker, and felt colder than anywhere else on the docks. The boards squeeked and moaned under the weight of the two trainers as they walked the length of the pier. Strange shadows rose and fell against the abandoned buildings, and Phil could barely contain his shivers.
"Pretty cool, don't you think?" he asked.