It was a long journey, made worse by cramped quarters in the small ship. Too many men packed onboard, traveling north to fight in Gondor. He hoped the extra gold and rations given to the men would keep tempers in check.
He climbed through the hold, inspecting their supplies. Rats scurried from his feet, but the ceramic jars were keeping them out of the food. He'd have some of the boys come down later to kill them.
On the deck above he heard a cry. The rats would have to wait. They had reached the mouth of Gondor's great river.