Mr. Briney's ship slowed down as it approached the quiet beach island of Dewford. Brendan, who took a nap on one of the long chairs on the ship's deck, was awakened by the sound of Pelipper squawking. He could feel that the boat stopped and slowly sat up on his seat. With a large whiff of the air, he could smell the warm, salty sea air. Dewford Town was just a small village of tropical huts on the island. Due to its secluded and remote location, it was not a popular vacation spot and almost never had any tourists. As such, the island was nothing short of paradise for the teenagers. "Grovyle!"