It was morning and the sun was shining brightly on the ocean. It would have been a glamorous sight, had Randy been looking. Instead he was bent over the railing of the ship, closing his eyes and trying not get sea sick...again. It was his first time ever taking a ship and the rocking of the boat was killing him. He took a few deep breaths to try and relax himself before the horn on the S.S. Bolt blared its warning call. Randy jumped back and groaned in relief. "Finally, I can get off this hunk of metal," he muttered under his breath as he stumbled back towards his room. He managed to get back to the hall where his room was before the stampede came. Everyone in the rooms around him were trainers-in-training too, so they were all eager to start their new adventures.
Randy managed to make it almost halfway to his room before he got shoved out of the way. He stopped and turned to yell when the person behind him refused to stop and collided with him. “Watch where you’re going!” he shouted heatedly as he turned around to face his second attacker. Unfortunately, that person was a little girl who looked scared out of her mind by this stranger. Randy scratched the back of his head, muttered a sorry and quickly moved on, not wanting to be known by his future peers as ‘that guy who yells at little girls’.
The little room he had been assigned to provided him cover from the onslaught of people that were still steaming towards the exit. He went and got his backpack from the corner of the room. It was a fairly big hiking backpack that his brother used in his travels. He gave it to Randy with the advice to take just that bag, as it was important to travel light. Randy took that advice and packed his spare clothes, a pair of shoes, some food and other supplies and tools. That, in addition to his current gray t- shirt, jeans and work boots, was all he brought. He couldn’t take as much as he wanted to but thought that the trade-off was indeed worth it. He left his room and saw the hallways had returned to a normal state. Randy jogged to the exit, determined not to be left behind when everyone received their first pokemon. Even worse, he thought as he bounded down a flight of stairs, he could get stuck on the boat and have to take a return trip. Soon enough he emerged and stepped onto the docks. He immediately noticed the group of people around a couple fellows in lab coats, so Randy assumed that they were the ones to talk to.
Somebody was complaining they hadn’t gotten their pokemon yet, Randy noticed as he approached the group. He was not a very big fan of complainers and he had only just got off the boat without being that late. “Take it easy boss,” he said with a smile, “we just got here. Ain’t like anyone else is gonna go beat the gym leaders right now.”