The morning is as assured as the tides and just as unstoppable.

Twilight melted away, majestic sunrise, a red orange glow seeping over the horizon as if the light itself was being poured from a molten sun. Powerful rays flood over the landscape lighting every blade of grass, shining from each leaf.

The curtains add an orange glow to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise, as light seeps into the room. It reminds Breakfast of the numerous times he spent on the beach looking at the sunrise, watching the ocean emerge under the golden shimmer. For a moment his mind conjures the rhythmic waves, soft on the sandy shore and feels his heart beat to the same slow pace. He breathes in deeply.

A new day has begun. A new day to venture out into the city of Slateport. 

Breakfast quickly changes into proper attire before exiting his home. Despite the sun barely rising Breakfast was greeted to a busy Slateport. A crowd stood before him as dozens of people passed by the sidewalk in front of his home. 

Breakfast slipped into the crowd. Not caring where the flow of human traffic takes him.

It wasn't long until Breakfast slipped away from the crowd and had entered into the city's local marketplace. One of the many places that Slateport offered to tourists and residences. 

Just like the city the marketplace was full of life and was just as crowded as the sidewalks. A large sea of people filled the marketplace. 

The crowd had a life of its own, the vibrant clothes shine in the morning light and the people move like enchanting shoals of fish. There is chatter between sellers and buyers, old friends catching up, new friends made. It's busy for sure, but the hustle and bustle brings a life to this city that Breakfast wouldn't want to be without.

Each person in the crowd moves as if unseeing hands drag them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. They respond in predictable ways, each of them with a goal to achieve for the day. But underneath that is free will, the ability to truly choose their own path. Sometimes Breakfast would engage them in conversation just to wake up the part of themselves that is capable of taking charge, making choices. Then they're off, back on auto-pilot, the most dangerous mode a human being can slip into.

Breakfast navigated through the sea of strangers and walked into the maze of tents and tables filled with fresh fruit, handmade crafts, and exotic smells of unidentified but fascinating origin. He glanced around each one as he passed by deciding for himself what to purchase for a quick breakfast meal. 

After deciding and purchasing a meal Breakfast exits the marketplace on his way to visit another destination. 

Along the way he passes by a group of young Trainer's having a friendly Pokémon battle. Breakfast decided to watch the rambunctious kids battle as he finishes his meal. 

He was intrigued by how well the Trainer's were able to communicate so well with their Pokémon. It brought a smile to his face, seeing both the Trainer's and their Pokémon enjoying themselves. 

Just like him random strangers stopped by to watch the exciting Pokémon battle. This wasn't the first battle to happen in public. Numerous amounts of battles took place every day at various spots located in Slateport. 

Breakfast assumed that having no Pokémon Gym would reduce the amount of battles happening each day, but he was wrong. Slateport had a strange vibe that attracted battle ready Trainer's from across the region of Hoenn. 

As Breakfast finished his meal he takes off, not staying to see the end of the battle. Breakfast wasn't a big fan of battling he was more into the coordinator side of Pokémon. Despite not having any Pokémon of his own. 

Breakfast spent the rest of the day hopping from place to place. He first visited the docks and chatted away with some of the sailors before they departed. Then visited the Oceanic Museum to see the new exhibits and bask in the nostalgic feelings that came when he looked at the old exhibits from his childhood. 

Afterwards he went to one of his favorite restaurants, the Salty Spitoon, and ate their infamous 'Spit Burger'. At this time it was only 1 in the afternoon and Breakfast still had plenty of time to waste in Slateport. Remembering the battle, he witnessed earlier in the morning, Breakfast decided to visit the local Pokémon Contest Hall to see if they had any shows premiering. 

He took his time walking from the Oceanic Museum to the Pokémon Contest Hall since he was in no hurry. Breakfast greeted tourists that he spotted on his way, telling them all the places they should visit on their trip. It took an hour to reach the Contest Hall due to the greetings. 

As he entered the doors he could hear the applauses from the audience that were viewing the current contest. The noise that they emitted showed that an amazing performance was currently happening. Without wasting any time he paid his entrance fee at the front desk and entered into the room. 

Upon entry he was greeted to an amazing scenery of luminous, glowing stars that slowly fell from the ceiling and the numerous colorful explosions happening around the room. 

He quickly took a seat and awed at the amazing spectacle. Being a fan of Pokémon Coordinators he enjoyed the time he spent watching the Trainer's and their Pokémon perform. Breakfast was ecstatic to learn that the performer was the first contestant and that three more were behind him. 

After witnessing the amazing contest, Breakfast didn't care that he had wasted most of the afternoon at the hall. As he exited the building Breakfast smiled with glee as he played back the performances in his head. 

He looked at the time and saw that it would soon be night. So, Breakfast headed towards his last location, the Light House. Breakfast made sure to end his days watching the sunset at the Light House. The view he had while at the Light House was mesmerizing. He could view the beautiful sky, the sun setting, and the ocean all at once in one breathtaking look. 

Breakfast was relieved to have made it to the Light House before the sun had set. He took a seat on an old bench that leaned against the wall of the Light House. It creaked as Breakfast sat on it. 

He took a deep breath and stared out into the horizon, waiting patiently for the time to arrive that the sun had to set. 

As he stared out he spots one of his sailor buddies from the harbor, a man called Peeko. He was sailing across the ocean on a boat that had known the sea too long. Breakfast could hear in the distance the old boat wheezing and stuttering, trailing a cloud of evil-smelling black smoke. He could see the rust as it rippled and burst through every surface. The boat had no visible name. A few flags fluttered from a mast, but they were little more than rags, with any trace of their original color faded long ago.

As Peeko disappeared in the distance Breakfast turned his attention to the sun. 

The sun slowly sank as it casts the sky in beautiful colors. Breakfast looked towards the beach and thought to himself of the how beautiful it all looked in the glow of the sun.

The sand was the most gentle hue of gold, almost earthen and muted, the humble star of the scene. He loves this beach along with Slateport. He loved the driftwood that comes upon the buoyant waves as tiny rescue boats. Then there is the seaweed, that flora of those salty waves, as deep green as any high summer foliage. His favorite, though, of everything that is here upon the softly rolling dunes, is the tall, tall grass that whispered so sweetly into the gusting breeze. 

A tear trailed down his cheek seeing this beautiful beach basking in the glow. He deeply loved how Slateport brought this lovely scene to him every day. This always brought a warmth feeling to him. A feeling that he knew he wouldn't get in any other town or city in Hoenn.  

He was truly grateful his life had led him here to Slateport.