Having accomplished 1-3, we head over to the city's very nondescript port and find a low-slung warehouse surrounded by barbed wire with the name of our freighter company. We were in luck - there were only maybe 50 people there with us, for a ship that is capable of carrying several hundred passengers. The man in black with the microphone and the man in the orange jacket were two members of our crew, but of course I have long since forgotten both of their names.