I got a lift down to my container. It was pretty awesome. The waters of the fjord were like glass, and the silence was incredible. Everyone else off the boat headed back; I was the only outsider in Pyramiden.
In the morning I walked back up to town. I was unarmed and while I was pretty sure the risk was vanishingly small, I felt hyper-alert on my way. The road between the port and the town is littered with industrial debris, and I made constant plans as to which bit I would be able to run to if a bear should appear. But my plans were thankfully unnecessary.