Jacques the Cranidos
The voice from behind startled Jacques a bit, as the Sandshrew broke the silent dreading the empty cabin, as well as interrupting Jacques's thought and snapped him out of his trance. That one seemed quite cheerful despite the whole ordeal, which made Jacques pondered how people could still be so joyous sometimes after being in a shipwreck and ended up as a pokemon. Airheaded people are everywhere nowadays it seemed, he mentally sighed and turned around to face the Sandshrew, trying his best not to show any annoyance.
"It is Jacques, I assumed you would not be calling me Jack or Cranidos-guy for any longer" He told the Sandshrew. Such informality did not exist in Jacques's dictionary. As disturbed as he was by the pokemon's unusual joyful attitude, Jacques tried to stay polite and formal to him since it was proper courtesy.
"Yes, I do believed it is the same boat that we boarded, or what was left of it after the unfortunate incident. " Jacques nodded in agreement and kept walking down the corridor, his eyes darted around for any suspicious signs. They walked in dimness, with barely some light from the outside sipped through the window sills to brighten their path. He could barely remember the layout of the ship, in which if he wasn't mistaken, they were heading to the hallway of the passenger's rooms, and by the end of it the captain's. Maybe they could find something there, he figured, or could salvage what was left of their belongings.