The tide slapped against the seawall.
Massive wooden cargo ships lay docked here, while laborers in rough, short work clothes continuously hauled goods.
Splash!
The sudden spray drew the attention of a few people.
Had someone's cargo fallen overboard?
Or...
"Someone fell into the water!!"
The urgent cry made many busy laborers turn toward the sound, instinctively worried that the so-called drowning person was actually a wild Pokémon in disguise.
Though it was highly unlikely that any wild Pokémon would approach this settlement. Even if one did, Team Galactic would drive it away.
The orderly docks immediately became noisy, and a sailor skilled in swimming prepared to jump in and rescue the person.
Before he could enter the water, however, a figure suddenly shot out from the churning waves and lightly landed on the deck beside him.
"Eek!"
The sailor's scalp went numb with fright, thinking a wild Pokémon had climbed aboard.
Fortunately, the sharp-eyed captain on the same deck saw that it was a strangely dressed, cold-looking young man. One hand held a peculiar creature that kept struggling, and as he drew nearer, they could hear its cries.
"Baga~ Baga!"
"Young man..."
The captain forced himself to step forward. "Where did you come from?"
Baimu tilted his head toward him. Instead of answering, he asked, "May I ask where this is?"
"This is Jubilife Village's dock. We are the Wild Pear Guild's fleet." The captain could not help looking at the struggling little turtle. "Young man, are you a Pokémon tamer?"
"Hm? Yes."
The clear response put the captain somewhat at ease.
Baimu, meanwhile, was immersed in an indescribably miserable mood.
Jubilife Village! The Wild Pear Guild!
Where the hell had this sent him? Hisui?
He had fucking crossed over again!
And he had fucking crossed over while sleeping