Very, very, very tentative cheer….the ship is moving through the harbor. This early, things can go wrong easily; there’s not much momentum, and if the Plot Daemon is right, the Number Two engine is still not contributing. Thin morning fog is just lifting from the water trailing wisps, requiring a sharp lookout to spot the warning buoys.
But moving toward the open ocean it is, and let’s hope the current doesn’t shove it onto one of those shoals. A cargo of family and individual backgrounds, deep and recent histories, cultural differences, ambitions, plans, and so on, means the ship’s loaded to the Plimsoll line, and the fuel has ample motivational content.
And those three intruders? They’re on board.