[h2][center]Kumozaki Keisuke[/center][/h2]

Medea glared at Nobunaga as the term 'witch' slipped through her lips. She would remember that slight, of course; Atalanta could half get away with it, but the both of them knew how to spite the other if the need be. For the moment, the best it could be considered was a treaty of non-aggression, if anything.

"Fool. Do you really think that us four—no, us [i]three[/i] could subjugate such a creature without slaying it? Not to mention, in order to make a creature of that caliber my thrall I would need [i]immensely[/i] more resources than we have on this vessel. You can check for yourself how much is actually on here, if you truly don't believe me," she responded as Keisuke ran up take the ship's whee-

"Oi, hold on, how the heck does this ship have a wheel? Isn't this a few centuries too early?!"

"I stole it from some hooligans and repurposed it to fit my own needs," Medea stated curtly, cutting the Enforcer off as she let the man take control of the ship. A magic circle quickly formed at her feet soon after, and a strong gust of wind blew from behind the ship. The Enforcer took that sudden surge of speed and ran with it, causing the ship to curve around at a pace which forced Keisuke to brace himself with all his strength. The serpent, of course, was temporarily taken by surprise, but soon decided to breach the surface of the water from within the curve in an attempt to slam the apparently-prone Servants off of the ship and into the water.

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[h2][center]Ozymandias[/center][/h2]
The Rider took a deep breath in as the ship sailed forth, the smell of the water tickling his nose as he stood at the forefront of the vessel. The sound of the pirates behind him screaming as they handled everything aboard the ship was a bit of a mood-breaker, but in this scenario he could not afford to be picky. As things were, the trip would take some time, and given how the Master travelling with them had been brought to a cabin on the lower level to rest, that meant that only that Meran girl, the old man, and the pirates were left. Well, in terms of who needed actual sustenance, of course.

Needless to say, that brought issues of its own. He couldn't just waltz up to a town off the coast and demand provisions, but at the same time he couldn't leave the others unable to survive. Cheap alcohol was indeed there, but he would rather the group not dirty their bodies with that swill. That could prove to be... Problematic.

"...Medusa, was it? Do you know which way we are to head?" he asked, turning towards the blindfolded woman who was currently standing at the bow of the ship, apparently staring out towards the ocean.

"Yes, I... I believe I should. The direction of the wind is oddly familiar to me. So long as we travel this way, we should reach the island in... A day's time? This vessel is far faster than what I am used to," she responded, slowly nodding before walking back onto the deck. That evaluation, odd as it was, stuck within Ozymandias' mind. This speed was unnatural, and the distance predicted was oddly small given what information had been given to him back when he had first been summoned. There were too many oddities in this situation, and—

"Captain! What's that in front of us?!" one of the lower ranking pirates cried out, beckoning a few of the others on the vessel to peek over to see what he was screaming about. Out of curiosity, Ozymandias turned to look as well, his eyes widening in shock as he saw what was in front of them.

In the midst of the clear blue sky, a giant wave of ominous black clouds seemed to loom right in front of them—no, rather, it seemed to be coming [i]towards[/i] them. The torrential sea seemed to be far more restless than the surrounding water, which only placed more suspicion within the Rider's mind.

"Can we avoid it?" he asked, walking over to the old man as he did so. All he got in response was a bitter face and a grim shake of the head.

"Not at the speed we're going at right now. You'd all best brace yourselves for some rough seas ahead. Any of you who can't take the rain, I'd recommend you head under right this moment."

With a grimace, Ozymandias turned towards Medusa, who immediately nodded towards him before making her way down to the lower deck. It was a fair decision, all things considered; in her condition, she was more likely to be flung off the side of the ship instead of helping the vessel stay afloat.

"All right, you bastards! You know the drill by now! Get to work!" the captain yelled, at which point the various pirates scattered on deck began to move about and prepare for the worst. Ozymandias simply stood by, staring at the clouds, almost as if he was trying to make something out past the raging sea.

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