After the older Bodeir finished his rant there was nothing but the whipping wind to fill the silence. The ship was ready to leave from a technical aspect, with just a bit more speeding up to be done. The sail was strapped back. The oars were ready to be used again, but tucked into the ship. Creshe had returned and was standing nearby. Perhaps waiting for orders from Bodeir, or just to be present in case there was any questions.