Hamerlin spent his time helping to move gold, pulleys and ropes, mechanical advantage and helping to get the cargo moved safely. He was proud of his basic but efficient systems to load the gold through and up to the cargo decks etc. 

It was not flashy but it was efficient and people were not going to get broken arms, rope burn and sore hands were far more preferable to a broken bones or foot from dropping an heavy dense gold bar on your foot. 

He had taken a trip to the Fort, he found a small arms storage and some officers…he guessed had stocked non standard ammo as he filled a bag with some of his revolvers and other harder to find calibres in case needed. You never knew. A few packs of decent cigarettes, some things they left behind including a decent bottle of Whisky and a train map… silly it sounded but they could use the rail network as an idea where the enemy might go, where the allies might and also help them to locate themself if lost. 

He had the ammo locked in armoury, there were no guns to match…bar an old sword he had snagged, if he was gonna be a pirate looting. He might as well have a sword. Looting was distasteful…but essentially in the present situation, survival and such came first before the moral high ground. 

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Looking out off the bridge he could only use 1 half of the binoculars… but it was better than his ability to see as he scanned the horizon for dangers to comfort his disquiet at…how quiet it was.