Gathering everyone is easy enough. Not as easy as if there were some kind of series of pipes or tubes that Azure could shout into and everyone would hear (it was impractical given the size of the cove), or even an essence based address system (she'd used one in a dream. It was an odd dream, full of shouting and flames of unnatural colors and stranger things).<br/><br/>The wind is slightly better, so good tasting rations are made to keep for a week (thank you, thaumaturgy), and some hard tack is packed for longer than that. With the supplies and food,  the ship groans metaphorically, hopefully to be laden with wealth on the way back.