Madman and "People"

Galarian Corsola listened to Baimu ramble for an entire morning.

It was not until he had talked himself tired that they escaped disaster.

This guy could really talk!

How had they never realized he could nag this much before? If they were not so lazy, and if Baimu's cooking were not so delicious, Galarian Corsola would have kicked him long ago!

Meanwhile.

Parched and dry-mouthed, Baimu was also wondering why Galarian Corsola was so impervious. With that many words, even a stone should have cracked, right?

One human and one ghost harbored entirely different thoughts, yet they simply could not get on the same wavelength.

"Ugh."

Baimu sighed. Just as he was about to head to the restroom, he noticed while getting up that the passengers and Pokémon in the distance were sitting unusually upright for some reason.

How should he describe it?

They had the sort of posture an elementary school teacher would praise—backs ramrod straight, eyes fixed ahead.

For some reason, those guys gave him the creeps. An empty ferry cabin, people and Pokémon sitting stiffly, and the boundless, dark sea outside.

It was a full-blown horror movie!

Fortunately, Galarian Corsola was beside him. Even if he ran into ghosts, there was nothing to fear.

Besides, these ones should be alive. They had shadows, they could sweat, and their bodies were trembling. After taking a closer look, Baimu confirmed that they were indeed people.

What kind of game were they playing?

He shook his head speechlessly and went into the restroom.

The instant the restroom door shut, the stiff-bodied passengers and Pokémon suddenly relaxed.

"Phew, that lunatic finally left."

"The way he looked over just now was terrifying! I want to go up on deck..."

"Aren't you afraid he'll tackle you into the sea?"

"I'm more curious about