Alfred's unexpectedly high spirits (still the adrenaline more than anything else, he thought, and the fact that whatever had happened to Dionisia hadn't fully sunk in yet) dipped slightly when the auror didn't get up as quickly as he expected. His brows drew together as he watched Sterling rise and test his ankle, but he didn't say anything. It wasn't as though he would do any better for an injury than the auror would, and one healer left to them had much bigger problems to worry about. And Sterling seemed to be making the best of it, anyway, because he was already up and casting again. The spell he used on the open edge where the railing had been wouldn't have occurred to Alfred, but it was smart. Advanced magic had never been his forte — complicated spell work was Zelda's realm of expertise — but he knew enough to appreciate it, particularly given that the situation was obviously still chaotic.
"I'm sure you'd rather be anywhere else," Alfred said with a wry twist of his mouth. "But you're a good man to have about in a crisis. I'm glad you're here."
The Voyager was picking up some speed now, which was good. The damaged sail flapped noisily overhead, and Alfred glanced up at it with a frown. They'd gain a good deal of speed if he could send a man aloft to tie it down in some approximation of where it was supposed to be, but having men in the rigging was risky under the best of conditions. It was doubly treacherous when wind or wave picked up or the ship gained speed, all of which were likely — and, of course, one more lash from the creature's tentacles could send a man to their death.
"I'm going to bring her around hard to starboard, then cut across to port," he told the two (somewhat) able-bodied men left on the deck. This tactic would give the crew two chances to hit the beast, if it hadn't already slunk down to whatever depth it came from, and would put the path of the ship on an unexpected turn which ought to prevent the monster from striking back until they were out of range. "We need to make it think twice about following us. We can't outrun it, with our sail in this condition."
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
"I'm sure you'd rather be anywhere else," Alfred said with a wry twist of his mouth. "But you're a good man to have about in a crisis. I'm glad you're here."
The Voyager was picking up some speed now, which was good. The damaged sail flapped noisily overhead, and Alfred glanced up at it with a frown. They'd gain a good deal of speed if he could send a man aloft to tie it down in some approximation of where it was supposed to be, but having men in the rigging was risky under the best of conditions. It was doubly treacherous when wind or wave picked up or the ship gained speed, all of which were likely — and, of course, one more lash from the creature's tentacles could send a man to their death.
"I'm going to bring her around hard to starboard, then cut across to port," he told the two (somewhat) able-bodied men left on the deck. This tactic would give the crew two chances to hit the beast, if it hadn't already slunk down to whatever depth it came from, and would put the path of the ship on an unexpected turn which ought to prevent the monster from striking back until they were out of range. "We need to make it think twice about following us. We can't outrun it, with our sail in this condition."
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER