Hah! Now this was something new, something interesting. Sure, the folks here seemed rough and mean in a way and pretty much had pushed him to bunk with this older mister (not too old-looking, maybe just a couple of years older than he was). Normally he would've just politely and casually said hi, but didn't bother, feeling that it wasn't really worth wasting time on when he could be checking out the ship and whatnot... which he'd tried to do, but it seemed like the bunk door had been locked. Undismayed, he had plopped back onto his bed, unable to sleep, his heart racing at the thought of this new journey. A flash of light gleamed from the Pokeball he snuck onto the ship, and an Eevee climbed onto his belly. Her heart was pounding too. Ezekiel had known Pixel well enough to tell that she quivered not from excitement, but anxiety. Reassuringly, he rubbed her little ears with a small smile, calming her down as she nuzzled against him affectionately. They were partners; he would never let anything happen to her. Slowly, he drifted to sleep with the warmth of the Pokemon on his stomach...
The next day brought what seemed like their first assembly. After dipping his fingers in the water and having to hold onto his fedora while the rubber boat glided across the sea, being crammed into a small room felt almost like a downer for a while. Then another big, brawny-looking mister man stood before them, introducing himself as Teach. During the silence that ensued, Ezekiel could barely resist the urge to cough or sneeze. After this had passed, they were left with what looked like forty Pokeballs on a chart. As he was about to step up, his previous bunkmate beat him to it, calling the rest out as being scared. Here, he could no longer resist coughing. Scared? Really? The boredom he felt back home was scarier. Wordlessly, with an angled grin on his face, he reached over and picked a Pokeball randomly, unable to tell what was inside, but not before a ratty-looking man cut in and grabbed it just as he was about to pick it up. Annoyed, Ezekiel rolled his eyes and chose another, hastily closing his hand on it before another rodent-like old man could snatch it from him. He then noticed that the ratty mister was glaring sparks at the bunkmate-mister (he really should get people's names). What, did these two already know each other or something? Normally he would've avoided something not of his business, but the giddiness had gotten to him. Walking between the both of them, raising his hands defensively, he said,"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Guys. C'mon. There's no need for fighting here." He paused, then continued to say, "Anyway, the bloody room's too small for this ruckus."