The wait was the hardest thing. Sitting around with nothing to do but polish your sword and think of every place you'd rather be. He thought of sitting on the docks, sipping mint tea with his father and their neighbors, discussing boats and fishing nets and catches. He thought of bouncing his nephew on his knee. He thought of sharing a tangerine with his wife and licking the juice from her chin.
When the shout came, he rose with the other men on deck and drew his sword. The wait was over. In the distance, he saw Gondor's great city.