I chanced a quick glance past them towards Arash, but nothing had changed. He and Alexander were still going at it in a lightning fast melee that I could barely see at all, and I had no hope of keeping track of who was doing what specifically. Their arms were just blurs to me.
The crew, at least, had managed to find places to hide or just avoid the fighting. I was a little ashamed to admit that I didn't pay that as much attention as I should have been. The approaching fleet from earlier had slowed down, like it was waiting to see what happened first, so we couldn't expect any help from them.
My eyes flitted about, trying to keep some semblance of connection to each of the fights. Emiya had vanished, no time to think about where. Anne, Mary, Alexander, with Blackbeard still on the Revenge. That left —
I whirled around. "Hektor!"
He appeared amidst us much as he had before, smiling ruefully. He'd used the chaos of the other fights to try and sneak up on us again. "Guess I've been found out."
He whipped his spear around as the others turned to face him, and Bellamy went flying with a long, drawn out, "Shit!" He tumbled over the railing and into the water with a splash, much as I had a few days ago.