A boy wearing a jet black, shrouding hoodie sits on the railing. His cold, icy blue eyes scanned throughout the crowd, his teenage face gainign a small grin as he spotted people trying to ram their way to the back of the boat. A single Poke'ball was displayed on his belt, a darkball. He tossed it in the air a few times, always trying to stay out of the way from the crowd, which was easy for him. He carried a dark presence about him, pale white skin on his slim body. A few of the deckhands grunted at him, "Take 'yer hood off boy". He snickered as he pulled down his hood. Shaggy white hair was revealed, and the deckhand shakes his head as he mutters, "Best see ah doctor about that..." The Boy shrugs, jumping down onto the deck. He stays pinned against the railing as he makes his way to the back of the boat, although his appearance may label him as simply a creep, he was a powerful trainer. He makes his way back to David, standing quietly by his side, looking around at the others.