The fog horn blasted Shoto strait out of his dreams onto the floor. "So help me Arceus if I have to ride another friggin' boat in my life it'll be my last." He said as he gathered up himself and his blankets off the floor. After a shower and a bite to eat of the leftovers from his room service the night prior he got dressed. A minute later he was out his door and met by a flood of people. "Holy smokes. S-l-o-w d-o-w-n." He said as if in a slow motion section of an action movie. "The island is right outside now and it'll be right outside 10 minutes from now." He added, but it was all in vain and really more to himself than anything anyway for amusement. So he just stood there with his pack shouldered until he saw an opening. He would walk along that opening until it was filled again by rushing bodies then wait...again. Took him twenty minutes to get to the gangway and he was fine with that seeing as when he started his way down it seemed the person he was looking for was still on the dock. Albeit surrounded by what looked like other future trainers like himself. When he hit land he took his time to look at his surroundings. Wingull crying into the salty breeze, a man playing a pokeflute bussing for change, and chauffeurs calling out their clients names. 

Finally Shoto approached the group. He addressed them in general, "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was horrible." He chuckled for a moment at his joke then continued, "I suppose we're all here for the same reason. Aint pokemon awesome? My name is Shoto to those who are curious and to those who aint...oh well. Pleasure to meet you all the same." He noticed the two men in the lab coats. One looked older than the other so Shoto approached him first not even knowing he was mistaking the great Samuel Oak for Andrew Willow. "You must be Professor Willow. Its nice to finally meet you. Although, by the way you sounded in the commercials I thought you'd look younger, no offense. " He said extending his hand.