[Alucard watches in silence, one eye on Hector, the other on Cesar. What he should be doing is paying attention to the horizon, but that? That's not as important as just making sure that the next few minutes are survived by everyone.
Seeing the ship rise again is a little miracle. Alucard directs the crew to plug up all of the holes as quickly as they're able and--
--shit. Hector.
Alucard rushes forward, and there's a little too much time supporting Hector's weight in the middle of the water, the dhampir playing the all too important balancing game until there's the all clear to return to the deck.
When Hector does come back into the realm of consciousness, he'll find the little pug next to him, and Alucard's very soggy coat and shirt acting as the worst possible pillow under his head. Alucard's laid him up on the deck beside the ship's wheel, and he's continuing to direct the crew through the first rays of the morning sun.
It's Cesar's sharp bark of joy that draws Alucard's attention, and while he doesn't move from his post, he does give acknowledgement.]
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Seeing the ship rise again is a little miracle. Alucard directs the crew to plug up all of the holes as quickly as they're able and--
--shit. Hector.
Alucard rushes forward, and there's a little too much time supporting Hector's weight in the middle of the water, the dhampir playing the all too important balancing game until there's the all clear to return to the deck.
When Hector does come back into the realm of consciousness, he'll find the little pug next to him, and Alucard's very soggy coat and shirt acting as the worst possible pillow under his head. Alucard's laid him up on the deck beside the ship's wheel, and he's continuing to direct the crew through the first rays of the morning sun.
It's Cesar's sharp bark of joy that draws Alucard's attention, and while he doesn't move from his post, he does give acknowledgement.]
Good morning. We've survived.