Cog:

I hate docks. The poetry gets worse the nearer you get to the sea.

Now then, the master needs a passage out to the Wizard's island... We can't requisition the Royal Barge again since one of the sixty oarsmen is bound to recognise us from last time - "the Duke of Necessity has cleared it," we said, and by the time they'd checked "Necessity" through the Wizard lens, we were already beating the drum ten whacks to the dozen, and cruising in style.

Looks like this time we'll have to be a bit more modest. I wonder how far it is - don't want to be stuck on some boat for a week - better ask the master.