Alucard had been directed to speak to Curufin, the shipbuilder, but other than the knowledge that he's in the Guard with him, he has no knowledge of where he might be able to find him. Perhaps that's something of his own fault. He hasn't committed to this position as much as he should have, for a number of reasons, all of which are probably not good enough for his superiors. But that is neither here nor there.

This at least is something that he understands. Ships. The ocean. He didn't really understand how much he had missed it until it is there before him, broad and beautiful. He really can't begin to wrap his mind around how one day he had been in one place and the next day he'd been in another, but at this point he knows better than to try. At least the fates had seen fit to drop his Spire on the same island as the Guard's headquarters.

Which is where, as luck would have it, he ends up finding the exact person he's looking for. Even if he doesn't realize it at first. Studying the map over the other man's shoulder, Alucard can't help but wonder if there isn't a way to make himself a pirate's cipher again somehow, or if it's even worth it for the fact that this world might change again and take the ocean away from him once more.

"It's very good," he comments, idly.