He'd comment on the joke of a ship named the Ironmonger weighing anchor next to an ironmongers with an anchor, but he was in a bit of a hurry. The ship was a simple, dark oaken wood construction with a rusted iron bullhead for a figurehead. There was a surprising lack of ponies on board or around it, but the ones that were on board were out cold, and that was fine with Handy. He hurried across the gangplank, pack safely secured around his waist, and made it aboard. He felt awkward and unsure of foot on the shifting boat but made do. Now, where would be the best place to stowaway on a ship?