On the deck, a shiny Ralts ran around, hopping up on the very tall railings, tall to the little thing that is, and watched the sea as they headed to the new island. His trainer, a man with black hair, red eyes, with a hoodie and scarf on, sat on a bench, watching his Ralts.<br/><br/>"Don't slip," he said to his Ralts, "You know very well you can't swim yet, Lancelot." After his sentence, Ralts, whose name is indeed Lancelot, jumped down and sat down next to Cao. Cao rubbed the top of Lancelots head, ruffling it. "A new island, our adventure, you ready?" He asked, as Ralts nodded his head.