He had worked for hours in different sections morning, lunch, and evening. He had to work in a quiet room where no one would annoy him. All you could hear is his pencil and rubber moving up and down really lightly like a snake slithering and hissing up to get its prey.
Jack was halfway from finishing. He was exhausted but then he wanted to finish it because he was scared that someone would come in his room and wreck the creative process he did.
When Jack was done he opened his windows to get fresh air and the wind blew around Jack's face, suddenly the wind blew lightly on to his art and the boat came to life and drifted away in his wild imagination.