Heath knew perfectly well what Naoki and the others in front of him were doing. Put plainly, weren't they just staging a protest march? This sort of thing had been very common in some countries in his previous life, especially that baguette-loving country that had thoroughly disgraced itself during World War II and was frequently mocked for it. People there often gathered for marches, taking to the streets at the drop of a hat and throwing in a general strike every so often. It was certainly distinctive. But Heath also knew that these people either wouldn't march at all, or, once they really started causing a commotion, it wouldn't settle down in just a day or two. Who knew how long it would take before they even went home to eat? So Heath chose another route to the port and left this place to someone else.
Heath had already spotted Officer Jenny, who was frantically busy. Cinnabar Island wasn't very large, so there weren't all that many Officer Jennys stationed here, but this incident had brought every one of them out. Heath couldn't help rubbing his chin. He kept feeling as though there was some sort of conspiracy at work, though he also thought he might be overthinking things. So he calmly changed routes and drove the Food Truck to the port.
Cinnabar Island's port hadn't been affected by Naoki and the others. Looking at the peaceful, tranquil port, Heath couldn't help sighing. History books tended to record the grand sweep of events, but who cared about ordinary people's lives? Cinnabar Island was destined to be destroyed by a volcanic eruption in the future. All the players knew was that Cinnabar Island was ultimately wiped out, leaving only a Pokémon Center behind. But what about the people who had been