I've only ever known her to be quick to change winds.
[Alucard is quiet as he works. He pauses to go below deck and see if any of the hammocks can be dried out and used, and there's some luck there that there are three viable candidates so long as they're kept int he sun. Alucard manages a way to string them up in the sun, and then he resumes the work.
When the hour passes, Alucard is unconvinced. Hector's movement is still unsteady.]
While I appreciate the concern, I'll go sunburnt if it means you can steady yourself with ease.
[Alucard hears that grumble though, then nods. He says no more as he heads off to the galley, but his return? That's much too quick, and his face is so, so grim.]
I'm sorry to report that the food supply, save a few things, is wrecked.
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[Alucard is quiet as he works. He pauses to go below deck and see if any of the hammocks can be dried out and used, and there's some luck there that there are three viable candidates so long as they're kept int he sun. Alucard manages a way to string them up in the sun, and then he resumes the work.
When the hour passes, Alucard is unconvinced. Hector's movement is still unsteady.]
While I appreciate the concern, I'll go sunburnt if it means you can steady yourself with ease.
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I don't have the physically steer the boat. I'm well enough to supervise.
[His stomach grumbles, hinting at his ulterior motive for freeing Alucard from command.]
Our food supply is intact, isn't it?
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[Alucard hears that grumble though, then nods. He says no more as he heads off to the galley, but his return? That's much too quick, and his face is so, so grim.]
I'm sorry to report that the food supply, save a few things, is wrecked.
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You’re joking, right?
[And thus the wheel of fortune turns. God, Hector hopes this is Alucard’s idea of a hilarious prank.]
We at least have water, right? We won’t last long without it.
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[And here's what's worse:]
None. We have to hope tomorrow's meeting will go well, or at least the Speakers will take pity on us.
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Fuck. We should have taken our chances running. We’re going to be at the mercy of a stranger’s charity.
[Hector and his trust issues are not a fan, not a fan at all. But they have no supplies, a busted boat, and no other choice.]