Feeling that he was getting quite close to ripping the railing from the side of the boat, Frau eased up a little with his tugging. A thought ran through his head of actually tearing the railing from the side of the tiny boat and it suddenly capsizing. Ironically, Frau was an excellent swimmer. Being on the small craft atop the water was much different than being actually in the water. Had it just been him on the boat, he may have followed through on the thoughts and swam with his Wartortle the rest of the way to the island.
"C'mon, Zwei. We're almost there. If you want, you can take to the air. I don't mind staying on the boat."
Opal. Hearing her come up behind him, Frau released the railing and sat with his back against it to face her. The temptation to release his Braviary and be off the tiny sea disaster of a boat once and for all was almost enough to reach for the Pokeball on his belt and be done with it. But his hands stayed where they were, not even so much as a flinch to his belt. "Hmph. And leave you alone on this wreck with that creepy old man? Yeah, no." Frau gestured to the old man standing a little ways off. There really was no reason to accuse the old man of anything, but Frau never trusted old people. Or really anyone for that matter...
A small horn bleated and Frau stared back at the old man to see him pointing out ahead of them. Swinging his gaze over the prow of the boat, Frau spotted the small island the man was pointing toward. Standing and stretching, he decided it was time to start moving again. "I'll get our stuff." He said quickly and headed below deck to grab up the few belongings they brought with them. Returning to the deck carrying Opal's and his own bag, he stood beside the shorter girl, seeming to tower over her. Anyone looking on would probably think he kidnapped her...
"What is this place anyway?" Frau asked, ready to be off the boat.