[OOC: I feel incredibly late . . . ]
Rey slowly raised himself into a sit, placing a hand to the painfully swollen gash on his forehead. Flinching slightly as he touched the wound, the trainer slowly cast his emerald gaze about. Though he saw no one, he heard voices a short distance away. For a long moment Rey remained still, focusing his vision and dispelling his daze. Then, standing, the male slowly brushed sand from himself before checking his Pokeballs. They all seem to be here . . . though of all my items, there's only three left. Unsheathing the dagger, Rey slid his finger along its edge. It'll do, though.
Replacing the dagger in its sheath, Rey started cautiously toward the voices. Moving relatively quietly over the sandy shore, the trainer paused as the others came into view. Though he relaxed slightly as he recognized the people as being other passengers, he hesitated to approach them. He studied them for a long moment, listening to their arguments as their voices drifted over the open area. Sighing, Rey turned away. I would probably be better off throwing myself in a meat grinder. These people are insane.