Adm. Bobbery

[Once the video comes on, Bobbery gives it a nod, and takes a small breath to start to speak - and then peeks over his shoulder once and practically jumps to his feet from the rock by the beach that he'd been using as a bench, spins one way looking about, then the other, and lets out a "Hrmph!"]

What? Where's she vanished to now?

[The shifting camera catches a Pelipper scanning overhead, a Walrein and then an Empoleon turning their heads, and a Raticate sprinting over the sand.]

Vigilance, all of you!

The little dickens can't be far gone, I shouldn't think, wot? [That was said just a tad wryly - but not humorlessly.

One turn brings the camera view back to the rock that Bobbery had started on. A young Slowpoke is looking dead ahead at Bobbery, tail pointing steadily behind the rock.]

Hmm?

[The admiral approaches, slowly crouches down, peeks behind the boulder - where a Duskull, almost newly hatched, is lounging. Or miming lounging with her vaguely corporeal levitating nature. You can practically see her smiling with silly amusement inside that skull.]

...I say!

Well - harrumph - that's very well! Mollie, old girl, if it would be no inconvenience to you to keep your eyes on this dear lass for a brief while...

[The Slowpoke gently rolls out a "Slooooowwwwwwwwwww," and she turns to fully face the Duskull. Staring her down. Meditatively.

Bobbery doesn't take his seat again; just takes a few strides back, still facing the back of the rock and the Pokémon planted there. But he does turn his attention back to the 'Gear, and coughs into a fist.]

A thousand pardons - do forgive us for that carousal, eh? Now, where was I?

Ah, the very subject! Would anyone who might be of particular expertise concerning the type be able to inform me in the proper upbringing of a, er... newborn ghost?

I can imagine that such a Pokémon may require particular training, disciplinary and otherwise, or may demand a few unique provisions. Raised from the egg, no less!

You've my utmost gratitude for any answer.

[The video feed from another new source pops on to an old man - nautically-dressed with a ragged white admiral's cap, dark-complexioned, with one glaring yellow eye and a rather magnificent white moustache.]

Ah - there we are, now! Then - harrumph! [A cough into his fist.]

Greetings! [His tone is, indeed, greeting. But his poker face is holding fast.]

It seems I'm far from the only one who's been carried off by a rogue wind of fate, eh? Bobbery is my name, old sailor and navigator - no less than proudly, saltiest of sea bombs. And no stranger to a measure of unexpected adventure, although it's intriguing indeed that I'm finding no shortage of it in my old age. I daresay it's as if the Stars are bent on my making up for lost years.

Now, enough of that!

I wish to ask if anyone might be able to tell me a bit more about our location. The country is called Johto, I believe? What of the continent? Its placement on the globe? Climate? Anything that may help me orient myself would be welcome. In any case, I'll not expect to hear that I'm anywhere near the Mushroom Kingdom. I'll say this is the first I've seen quite so many humans in one place.

[One full second of nothing. Then Bobbery's eye leaves the screen to somewhere off the bottom and his mouth slants - just a tad.]

On the subject of humans, are there many here who would claim to have been something other than that before their whisking off to this place?