Vampires have a skewed sense of time and mortality. It's...not a defense of their actions, believe me, but that is the reason they are so cheerfully cavelier about it.

[It is such an advantage though. Alucard knows that much as he takes the evening's charm.]

I shall do so. Try and sleep. I won't say to rest easy - it is not possible in these times.

[Alucard looks to Cesar, hoping the pup will follow after Hector for the night. If anyone needs comfort at the moment, it's the forge master.

Night settles. Night remains, a half moon lighting the waves. But there's--

--to the south west of them. Alucard catches sight of the flag first, a deep blood red with no embellishments. It's an ally of his father's, but they've made no notice of the other ship. Yet.

He has one of Hector's forged creatures wake him instead. Alucard remains rooted to the spot, spyglass in hand.]