It wasn't a long voyage.  Twenty minutes, give or take, before they made landfall at the port.  It would've been simple enough to walk around the deck, and watch the water and sky for pokemon.  He wasn't sure if he'd be able to catch anything, but it would be nice to see what was around if he ever came back this way again on his own.  It was just he was too tired for anything more than sleep, and didn't want to do it on a bench, again.  He settled on the sleeping cabins, and found the third one he tried unlocked.  "Shhh."  He whispered to the large Kangaskahn behind him.  "Come on."  They crept in and he closed the locked the door behind them.  "Okay just ten minutes."  He quickly got undressed and set the alarm next to the bed.  He all but jumped in the bed, closed his eyes, and drifted off into a heavy slumber.

Fifteen minutes later, he was still asleep.  The boat would be arriving soon, said the digital clock on the side of the young man's bed, but he paid it no mind.  Sleep hadn't come easy that night thanks to all the excitement.  So he lay in his bed, snoring softly, dreaming of battles, badges, fame, and victories.  A smile appeared on his face.  
Mama was up well before Jynmi, aware of the time, and when the boat was set to arrive, but she didn't make any effort to wake up him.  Instead, she busied herself watching her child move around on shaky legs, exploring the small room, sniffing things here and there.  The little Joey, as Jynmi had come to call him, didn't find himself with very many chances to wonder around on his own so he made the most of it by seeing to it that every edge, corner, and surface of the room was touched, sniffed, tasted, and touched again. 
Little Joey was in the process of once again investigating the part of Jynmi's blanket which hung off the bed, sniffing it and then giving it a light tug.  The sheet slid off, and caused the young man's eyes to open.  He blinked blearily and looked around.  The scene looked familiar enough.  Mama at a corner, watching Joey, his bag on the opposite end of the room.  Joey looking up at him, blanket in hand.  The clock reading thirty minutes after the time it was supposed to go off at.
"I'm late again, aren't I Mama?"  He mumbled,  The Kangaskhan nodded, and stepped across the room to pick up the Joey, who went willingly, with a frown, into her sack.  "Oh God I'm late!"  Jynmi jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, grabbed his pack, and hurried out his room, hoping against hope he hadn't missed breakfast.  Mama followed without a word, half smiling because she still found the whole song and dance amusing.