[In the face of Alucard's judgement, Hector grows petulant.]

We are pirates, not school children. I don't make an account of every movement I make. I'd be more likely ambushed by my own allies as helped by them, if they knew my every step.

[Not even the promise of new turtles can distract him, although he does love a good turtle. They are so long lived, little relics of times gone past, with their whole world carried upon their back. Maybe he will sail east...]

I'll not be to blame if they do. If I found you, others could too. It's not as though this ship is inconspicuous, and I wasn't the only one piqued by the rumors.

[Maybe blame yourself for having such an overdramatic ghost ship, Alucard.]

How far east?