"Come on you lazy dobbers!  Put your backs into it!"  Kate yelled at her crew.  She had ordered them to a man to all grab one of two ropes she had to each side of the river to try to pull the ship off of the sandbar.  She was at the end of the rope on the western side of the river, "Come on!  Come on!" she yelled.  She'd even drafted her passengers to help pull the ship, knowing that the Black Dog was an expensive endeavor and couldn't let the ship sit all night not making the money it costs to keep her afloat."<br/><br/>Still, the ship failed to budge.  "One, two, three, heave!"  She ordered once more.  Everyone gave it one good strong yank and still it failed to budge.  As the crew members collapsed into puddles of exhaustion, Kate yelled at no one in particular, "You, damn, bloody, sand bar!  Where do you get the big idea...."  After taking a moment to vent, she yelled to the crew and passengers.  "Alright!  The only way we're going to get her moving again is to get more arms on it."  She climbed up halfway back up the ship and looked at the distant lights, she turned to the assembled group.<br/><br/>"Alright, if we leave now, we should be able to make it back by daybreak.  I'm going to go there, and offer every able bodied person in town a half shilling to come give us a hand moving the ship.  I'm looking for volunteers!  If you aren't a part of the crew, I'll give you a discount on your passage if you come with.  If any of you are good with people, or know the area, I want you to come.  More people we get to come, the better."  She leaped back down, and went to fetch her Claymore before moving over to the edge of the forest to await the other volunteers.