Winters was about to be driven to tears by the foolishness of his dear classmate Andrea Cherini. He finally understood how Major Moritz felt a few days ago during the boarding combat, when he saw him and a few gunnery sergeants huffing and puffing as they moved the cannons.
He and Bard exchanged a grave look, confirming that they both realized Andre's intelligence was beyond saving. "Think about it. Three people need to get ashore, and one has to row the boat back. That's just two people ferried ashore per trip. Consider the longer return trip with only one person rowing, and it's likely we won't all be ashore by tomorrow."
"Yeah, we might as well wait to enter the port. We've got luggage too, and if we load that, this little boat can only carry two people." Bard was always thorough in his considerations, adding the luggage Winters had overlooked. "Didn't the new captain say so? The wait won't be long, we should be docking by tomorrow at the latest."