The crates were of course heavy but simple enough to move for Duras, he didn't take too well to being dismissed along with the robed one, he had acted appropriately... he filled it away, he wouldn't be stepping in front of too many arrows for her but work was work. He stacked some heavy boxes on each other and lifted them, the sooner he got it done the better, it was grunt work but it still had to be done and the ship had a small crew.<br/><br/>"Get working on your half!" he glared at the robed man, he was happy enough to actually do more than half to get under way but he didn't want the other man not at least trying. The gang plank creaked a little under his weight and his burden... once he put them down on the deck he resolved not to bring quite as big a stack next time. Pistolero?