" beidou! wait for me— " he commands the winds and leaps forward as they swirl around him, but with such a distance between the port and the crux — and legs that short — there was no way he could've jumped on board. he hits the water in a splash. what should i do? he calculates his chances. then, praying to the archons, he wills himself to swim as fast as he could and make it on board before he drowns.
It's weird, really, preparing to set sail without Kazuha on board. Much like the wind he commands, however, he simply goes where the breeze takes him-- most of the time, that's at her side. When he doesn't appear for the Crux's departure, it doesn't sit well with her; when spending as much time with her crew as she does, Beidou's long since come to learn their habits and the method to their madness. Hand on Juza's shoulder, she provides him with instruction to adjust their sails in order to linger in the nearby waters for just a bit longer.
He doesn't question her. He rarely ever does.
When she hears her name in the familiar cadence of her companion's voice, Beidou's face splits into a brilliant grin as she hops up onto the ship's railing, booming laughter already spilling over as Kazuha flops unceremoniously into the water. She's not Captain Beidou if she won't follow her crew into hell itself, and so it's second nature to dive overboard in order to retrieve him. Kazuha's strong in his own right, but there's no one who can best her strength and speed in the water.
So, slinging him over her shoulder is nothing. Climbing back onto the deck is no sweat either, finally depositing him on the ground with a hearty slap to the back that would knock over most men.
"You had me worried, you know!" They're both soaked, but she doesn't seem even mildly perturbed by it. "Thought you really weren't going to come this time. Guess I'm glad we waited just a little bit longer. Can't have you drowning on me."
