And waited some more, waiting for the ship to set sail to leave the port. It didn't go anywhere. Not for another hour. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. Finally, at long last, he began to hear commotion, hoofsteps everywhere above him, shouts and orders and the groan of wood under strain. There was the distant rattle of metal on wood coming from somewhere to the front of the ship, and the vessel dipped alarmingly to the side as Handy felt the ship finally set off from the harbour.