"Medusa's sisters, you say...? Well, that's a bit of an unorthodox request. Honestly, I can't say I'd envy your position right now. Let's hope we won't have to come clean up a shipwreck and retrieve you in a few hours with the rest of the group," Keisuke quipped, turning his katana back into a ring and slipping in on as he spoke. "In any case, I'll be sure to keep the spine and brain intact if I can. Can't guarantee freshness, though, unless Medea decides to do us a favor and make a bed of ice to keep it on for a while. Best of luck to you; I'm sure you'll need it."
With that parting remark, Keisuke ended the call and slipped the device back into his pocket as he watched Nobunaga decide to actually go through with her earlier plans of making sashimi out of the sea serpent. He was tempted to point out how most people wouldn't even
consider eating something like that off of a whim, but decided against saying that once Atalanta suggested that they try some of the sea serpent meat themselves—cooked, of course. He couldn't fault her; it was better that than accidentally catching some random, rare disease from consuming the meat raw. Servants didn't have to worry about that, all things considered. At the same time, though, he was not a Servant and did not
have that excuse.
It seemed that annoying Medea was going to have to be necessary, one way or another.
"I don't deny that it's probably a once-in-a-lifetime chance, but I, personally, don't think it's safe for a human to just consume something like this on a whim. Since I was curious about what Medea was making down there anyhow, I may as well ask for some way to handle all our problems in one go: keeping the meat fresh, preserving the other materials, and maybe getting something just in case that meat has some fatally poisonous material inside," he said to Atalanta, raising his hand as if to motion to wait for a moment before he walked down below deck.
The small amount of purple smoke floating about at his feet was a bit disconcerting, but Keisuke was used to seeing things that were more volatile in his line of work. Without letting it faze him, Keisuke continued on to find the source of the smoke: a room that Medea had, it seemed, completely dedicated into changing into a miniature workshop. It made sense now why she had wanted to get back here so desperately, but that wasn't an issue at the moment. Medea herself was poring over the bones and the fins, and as far as Keisuke could tell by the hazily-lit room, Medea was in the middle of creating...
"A propeller?" he asked out loud, at which point Medea stopped working and slowly turned towards him.
"Yes, a propeller. I was surprised at how much apparently superfluous information was inserted into my head when I was summoned, but it seems to be somewhat useful. That only adds to my own variety of questions, but in any case... Did you need something?" she asked, placing the mechanism off to the side for a moment to address him.
"Yes. I'm sorry to be a bother, but could I ask for some method to keep the organic stuff cold so it doesn't rot on the seas? Also, Atalanta seems to want to want to cook some of the meat for us; do you have any idea as to if that creature is poisonous to eat or not? Well, that and if we could borrow some seasonings, but I doubt that you have any on board..."
"Hm... The first comment is a valid concern, and I will address that once this propeller is complete. As for cooking the serpent... That's certainly something that Archer might suggest. To allay your fears, I can calmly say that the meat is not poisonous to consume. I should note, though, that there may be some residual mana within, though that would only really be dangerous if you were to consume its offals. Seasonings... Remember, this used to be someone else's vessel. I only modified the rooms closer to the exit; there may be something of note further in the back," she responded, nodding in turn.
"You're being awfully polite to me. I thought that cooperation would only mean that you would work with us, but you've already done such a great deal. Is there any particular reason as to why?"
"Do you really think I can afford to be brusque in my current situation? Frankly, you're
far more polite than a fair deal of people I've had the
pleasure of dealing with in the past, and you control two Servants for whatever reason, one of whom is an Archer who I know just as well as she knows me; not only that, but you three are volunteering to help me of your own volition more than anything else. I would prefer we remain on cordial terms, at least until the current situation is resolved," she responded, motioning for Keisuke to leave her be. "In any case, I should finish restructuring these objects. Luckily, this seems to be far simpler than I expected; I should be done in roughly two hours and will supply you with an answer to that cooling problem soon after."
"Huh. Not just polite, but honest, to boot. Or, well, I assume. Not like I'm in a position to complain, though. Thanks; I'll leave you to your work, then," Keisuke said, bowing in a mixture of gratitude and respect before leaving the room. Following the Caster's directions, Keisuke made his way further into the ship and, after peering into a few rooms and looking around in curiosity, eventually did find a few odd spices in what seemed to be a storage of some sort. That would warrant a bit more exploration (and maybe disposal) in the future, but for the moment the Enforcer simply took what he had and left the lower deck.
Making his way over to Atalanta, Keisuke laid out what he had in hand and nodded.
"She said it should be safe, we'll get some cooling for this once she's done, and we'll likely be seeing some more anachronisms attached to this ship. I wonder how much those modifications will alter the speed of this boat..." he said, trailing off as he looked at the other items on the ship. The blood in particular reminded him of the ritual to summon Servants...
All things considered, it might actually be a possibility to pull more from the Throne to help. There was the load on his own body to worry about, but the memory of Zelretch vaguely mentioning something about manipulating leylines on his first day or two there was still fresh in his mind. Maybe something had been done to him in regards to how much mana could be supplied to the Servants without... Well, killing him. He would have to ask about that later. For now, he wouldn't question it. Two hours in the middle of an ocean laden with mana from the Age of Gods... If there was a time to try something stupid, it was now. Probably.
But first, food. The curiosity at eating such a thing piqued his interest, even if he wasn't particularly inclined to eating fancy food in the first place. It was like... Eating fugu for the first time.
That was certainly an experience.
The bold smile that Ozymandias held faltered for a moment as he watched Nero steer the ship towards the edge of a whirlpool, his eyes widening as he moved behind Nero to grab the wheel for a brief moment and shift it ever so slightly off to the side. The ship lurched off to the side, throwing a few unlucky pirates off as it swung around the whirlpool and launched itself further into the storm. The pharaoh stepped back and let out a sigh of relief, silently wishing those unfortunate souls luck in the afterlife as he looked at the sea again.
"You were
almost perfect with that angle. Impressive, considering that you are a Saber and not a Rider like I am," he remarked, turning towards the ships crew and sticking out his staff. "Stand firm! If any of you slacken, your lives are more at risk than ours. The light of Ra will shine upon us once more soon enough!"
As that was occurring on the ship, the waters below where Artoria had thrust her blade immediately surged multiple times over, causing giant waves that would cause even the most seasoned sailor to balk to form. The momentary glimpse of the laser piercing some sort of beast's flesh would be fairly clear, and the thrashing under it all caused the storm to whip around even more. Whatever the creature was, it attempted to dive deeper into the sea in attempt to dodge being hit by the same attack twice. There was a stream of blood now forming from where the weapon had met its mark, but the dark waters melded with the blood to make that in and of itself a hard sight to distinguish—above the water, at least. At the very least, it seemed to be heading for deeper waters and away from Artoria; unluckily enough, that 'away' also happened to be towards the ship carrying the other Servants and crew.
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