Despite attempts from those pesky supply-stealers that had held up the entire operation he'd tried so hard to keep together, they had finally completed the boat. However, Francis was not one to stop, not when they still had a chance of getting off the island without the Rulers intervening. So, Francis was working hard, imagining wheelbarrows full of swords and rifles, ammunition, and food, so that he could take them to the docks and stock the boat with them for later. He had a terrible feeling that, somehow, they were going to need it.