Yes, we'd better. The situation is unlikely to fix itself, after all.

[And there's no way in hell Silph Co will come anywhere close to fixing it, either.

Which means they're now stuck entering a damp, dark cave. Crossing a rickety wooden bridge that somehow manages to bear their weight.

As they advance, Cecil points at a pinkish fin, barely brushing against the water's surface.]

Do you see that monster? Unlike every other local fish, it absorbs electricity. Tricky little creatures.