[Alucard looks at Hector, unconvinced about the idea that he might just need a few minutes. At least he can function for a day or two on his own, or at least that’s the very nice lie he tells himself.]
I haven’t had the luxury of time to think of other ideas. I’ll start in the next few minutes.
Oh, God hates all of us. Fortune sometimes takes strange pets though.
[Maybe she just likes the weirdest pets of all made by Hector's hand. There. That's the theory and he's sticking to it.]
Well, perhaps in time we will get that satisfaction. I'd tell you to go into your quarters and rest, but anything resembling a mattress is unuseable now.
[Hector settles more comfortably against the ship's side. If his bed is still soaked through, he assumes any hammock he hangs will be similarly dampened.
He resolves to give himself an hour before he forces himself up to relieve Alucard at the wheel. He drowses, and when he stirs again, he forces himself up and to the helm with swaying steps.]
Any more time shirtless in the morning sunlight, dhampir, and you will end up sunburned. That is no look to win over the Speaker.
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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I haven’t had the luxury of time to think of other ideas. I’ll start in the next few minutes.
[There’s then a small, relieved sigh.]
The plan worked, Hector. That may be a good sign.
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[More likely, it's dumb luck that's gotten them through, and not something he can count on to hold out.
He starts to chuckle, unwillingly.]
We did fool Isaac, though. There is nothing I wouldn't pay to see his face if he ever finds out that we were literally right beneath him, helpless.
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[Maybe she just likes the weirdest pets of all made by Hector's hand. There. That's the theory and he's sticking to it.]
Well, perhaps in time we will get that satisfaction. I'd tell you to go into your quarters and rest, but anything resembling a mattress is unuseable now.
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[Hector settles more comfortably against the ship's side. If his bed is still soaked through, he assumes any hammock he hangs will be similarly dampened.
He resolves to give himself an hour before he forces himself up to relieve Alucard at the wheel. He drowses, and when he stirs again, he forces himself up and to the helm with swaying steps.]
Any more time shirtless in the morning sunlight, dhampir, and you will end up sunburned. That is no look to win over the Speaker.
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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.]