When he first hears the suction on the wooden deck he stiffens, straightening up as much as he dares to peer over the side of the beam. Only to 'eep!' quietly in his head and hunker back down on it, readying his hands to summon his alchemy if necessary. As far as he knew, there was no news of squid or octopus attacking sea vessels when he set out. But that could've also been from the renters just wanting to try and make money, not that it'd cost him an arm and a leg to set sail—wouldn't they have charged him enough to pay for the boat if it had been lost at sea?
Alphonse yelps when he gets knocked off, 'oof's when he hits the deck, scrambling to find something to hold onto or use as a weapon when whatever it is that's found him decides his fate. But moments later he's still alive and not underwater, only then does he somewhat relax, an oar in hand. Which...is somewhat slowly slipping out of his grip as he stares at his new companion. Not quite catching fish with his mouth.
"A-ah, no...?" He colors, realizing that he's staring and turns and looks at the wheel, "I thought I had my barrings locked when I went to go get that rope but... Well, I guess it got knocked loose."
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Alphonse yelps when he gets knocked off, 'oof's when he hits the deck, scrambling to find something to hold onto or use as a weapon when whatever it is that's found him decides his fate. But moments later he's still alive and not underwater, only then does he somewhat relax, an oar in hand. Which...is somewhat slowly slipping out of his grip as he stares at his new companion. Not quite catching fish with his mouth.
"A-ah, no...?" He colors, realizing that he's staring and turns and looks at the wheel, "I thought I had my barrings locked when I went to go get that rope but... Well, I guess it got knocked loose."