Obi-Wan was standing now, not really sure what to expect when he saw Peter shoot out the webs. This was new. Rather than be astonished at the notion, he assumed it might just be something the natives did (he'd seen some strange things, after all).
The poor man was struggling, but it was inching the ship closer to the show. Obi-Wan sighed and stared down for a moment before he sat back down on the haul and let out a breath. He was reaching out to get hold of the Force. Moving a ship was a feet in itself, but since Peter had gotten it going, perhaps he could assist. The ship began to fly just a little on its own, becoming easier for the man on the shore to pull and by the time Obi-Wan opened his eyes, it was parked out of the water, muddied and damaged, but whole (for the most part).
"Thank you, friend." Obi-Wan grinned and stood up only to make his way back down the side of the ship to officially greet his savior. "What was your name again?"