The Unfinished Clay Man makes little objection to being nailed into a crate and hefted into the hold of your ship. You'll let him out again when Polythreme's no longer visible. Perhaps you'll take him to London, or make port somewhere else. It makes little difference to him.

Currently, you're more concerned about your hat. It was always a lively thing, but right now it's rattling up and down the quayside, biting ankles and chewing ropes. Was this entirely wise?