Shit shit shit! Where was the boat anchored!? Why did all the parts of the harbour look alike! And ugh, all these people! Why were they in his way!?

All he had done was step off the boat for a quick wee. But there had been a constable nearby, so he couldn't just go in an alley. Imagine that! Him, Robert Carrington, queuing for a public lavatory. Because of course people had pretended they didn't know who he was and he had actually had to wait his turn! Ugh, the audacity of people.

It was dizzying. Disorienting! And so once he had emptied his bladder, he had forgotten which direction he had come from. The sound of a horn added to his panic! Where. Was. The bloody start!?

Finally, it was the shouting that signaled to him that he was close. He squeezed his way through the crowd and spotted the boat. They had waited for him.

He jumped on board and looked around at the crew. Wait?! Where was Roderick! Well never mind! He turned to the two fishermen. "Well, don't just stand there! You're paid to work and we're already late!"