Nodding briskly to Marko and appreciating the information. The woman moved about the deck and gave herself the task of passing out lifelines. With the shout from above, her pale features paled a bit more "Please hurry, Emma." As she deftly looped one of the lifelines about Emma's waist herself. Making sure that Rowan also had a lifeline, though she spent a little bit staring at him and trying to figure out if the shoebill was going to be able to have it wrapped about him. In the end she just gave it to the bird and figured he'd figure out the rest.

The lines were to keep people on the ship if something flung it about, hopefully it wouldn't be required but keeping the crew aboard and her party on the deck was a concern. Drawing her sword when she'd finished passing out the ropes and gripping it in her hands, murmuring a prayer to Philisteenja. Praying that the forward progression of the ship allow time for Emma and Shamus to set the ship aloft. That they not all die against the rocks so soon after embarking on the voyage.

"Aye aye, Nai-Nai!" Unable to suppress the urge to rhyme, Emma takes a damp cloth to wipe away a few lines from the template prepared for their rite's foundation. Deviating from the angles that were smudged away, she shifts to a more curved and flowing style: stylized wings and outlining the border with as close to that of a cloud as she can paint in a hurry. This isn't artwork, so there's no concern for color or depth. All that matters is getting is the fundamentals.

Shamus, forget the bucket and ice! If you found any pillowcases, bring the pillows, too! We need feathers!

Sending that telepathic message Shamus' way, Emma continues working. If Shamus isn't able to get a pillow with feathers, well...she would need to pluck a few from Rowan! Once Shamus returns, she would run him through the motions of where to place what. "Um...just repeat after me, Shamus! Minus any unintentional pauses, I'm good at those!" Which is a bad thing, obviously.

The intent behind their rite is to -- hopefully -- draw upon Vanidyr, Seryn, and maybe Ciahal's energies to temporarily...re-envision the downed airship as a "magnificent bird" so that it could fly again. Far from repairing its damage or activating whatever Drive it uses for flight, this would simply be relying on the two's insistence that the airship is intrinsically capable of flying...so it probably won't last for long: either their spirit will give out or they won't be able to channel anymore energy, and they'll collapse from exhaustion.

"Damn, damn..." Seti bit on his thumb as he considered what his options were. They might be able to get into the air, but there was still a risk of crashing...He did have an inkling, though. It was a bit of a risk, because trying to reach out to any spirits when you weren't a spiritualist, well...It came with some risks. With that being said, while it wasn't a great choice, it was at least an option. And with Habakano's protections, Seti may at least have a shot. He clasps his palms together, and begins to pray quietly. "...Broken souls who have perished in this place...You are not forgotten. Habakano remembers, and I am his servant. We journey now to this isle, hoping to obtain something that will help us right an ancient wrong...and in doing so, we may be able to cleanse some of the taint of this place, that your spirits may rest freely. If you can offer us any guidance to help us...Please, we would welcome it. Habakano, I ask that you bring some measure of peace to any who linger here...Help them realize that they are not forgotten, and there is a place beyond this--a place with you, where they may rejoice in the solace and comfort you provide to all those who have been Broken by Oppressors, by evil..."

"Whirlpool, at the bow!" Marko called to the crew, followed by more technical orders. Directions of what to go about, though certainly there was no standard way of dealing with a sudden vortex of this nature. Usually, whirlpools and maelstroms were not so... sudden. Marko himself didn't bother with a lifeline, for... whatever reason. Probably because the Captain of the Lady Defiler was a madman with Orin's own luck.

Shamus would have little trouble finding the requested objects, and it wouldn't take long for him to return with all things. Now, the pair need only enact the ritual, and hopefully something would come of it to pull them out of this rapidly deteriorating situation. It was only a matter of a minute or so before the ship was upon the vortex, which was tugging the bow to the starboard side, tilting the ship at a very precarious angle.

The pair in the crow's nest were.. suddenly finding themselves in a rather unfortunate situation, with the angle the ship was leaning causing slippery, somewhat iced metal to make for poor grip. Woten managed to get one of his large arms on an upper line, well enough to prevent himself from slipping out of the crow's nest. Rei was not so fortunate, sliding into the side of it, and tumbling over, to fall to her doom. Or, she would have, if Woten hadn't managed to get a grip on the woman's ankle. That did not improve their situation much, however. Woten might be able to keep a grip on the lighter shei woman for a time, but that might not be so easy if things get too jostled about... which they were about to.

As the ship began to turn starboard, the bowsprit CRACKED against one of the jagged stone teeth projecting out of the water. The entire bowside of the ship jostled, as the bowsprit snapped, and shattered rock rained onto the ship's deck. Those in the crow's nest managed to keep hold... for now. But another impact like that, or worse? Woten and Rei would no doubt find themselves plummeting into the mouth of the vortex.

On the deck, people were faring a lot better. Most of the crew were seasoned seamen, and focused on their duties to the ship, keeping surprisingly calm and collected despite circumstance. Or, at very least.. they were good at looking calm and collected.

If Seti's bid to the deceased spirits was a successful matter, it was unclear as of yet.

Rei let out a squeak as she lost her grip and was flung bodily from the crow's nest. Visions of her childhood flashed before her eyes. She saw her mother's severed head in her lap, staring up at her with a shocked yet vacant expression, then Woten's strong hand found her ankle and snapped her back to the moment. She did her best to hang on for the ride, flailing in an attempt to grab... anything. Angrily she glared at the sky.

"Not yet, Mourne! You won't let me die yet! I haven't had my revenge!"

It was the closest thing she had in her to a prayer.

Woten's reaction had no thought behind it when he caught Rei by the ankle. The only other thought he had coursing through his head was how screwed they were right now. "Get Ready to the Ropes/Ladder!' he bellowed out to Rei. That was his only warning to the little Shei. He hoped Valkyrie's training in the mines would be enough for this moment and he grunted and pulled with all his might in this stretched out form. His goal, his plan, was to swing her towards the Shroud or Ladder that was used to climb up into the Crow's Nest. Muscles and tendons would strain not unlike when he body slammed the Hate Construct born of Hemoth's form just over a year ago. He could feel the burn in his body, warming him up despite this bone aching cold. With all he could bring worth of his strength he started to swing Rei by the ankle towards the Ropes/ladder (or whatever was used to climb up to the Crow's Nest)

While others had their prayers and thoughts to various Spirits, he was focused on the task at hand. If Valor wanted to help him, he expected she would and he would welcome it. However the berserker would not seek her aide at this time.

As it was, if they were hit like that again he knew they were both going to fall. At least this way maybe only one of them would plummet and if it was him he could live with that.

"I've got them!", cried Shamus. The young warlock grasping two sacks overstuffed with feathers that were streaming with the constantly shifting ocean wind.

"Pfah!", Shamus moved earnestly as he spat out some of the errant feathers and was soon performing the ritual with Emma. Grasping the necessary moves and gestures from the markings she made on the floor. Where she brought Vanidyr, he in turn brought Ciahal, both under the guidance of Seryn.

Slowly, the rhythm and coordination would build. But the two would soon be channeling in synchronous harmony, as much as a swaying, creaking, and breaking ship can allow.

"If...we may get one wish to come true right now, we want...a pair of wings! Please grant us white wings on our ship to...take the place of our masts and sails!" Bestowing a transient pair of wings upon a humanoid is something Emma has plenty of experience with: wings shaped from "astral fluff" are a staple amongst Choruses to the divinities of Mirdahl. But, the incantation for applying wings to a humanoid doesn't quite match granting them to a ship, so she has to adjust it some on the go. If all goes well, ephemeral wings would form along the sides of the ship and -- just like the wings would heed the wishes of the body they were granted to -- the wings should hopefully respond to the Captain's sailing and follow his cues.

Seti hastily tied a line around himself--Rowan at least didn't need one, since he was a bird. With his prayer having been said, Seti looks back at his options again. This mouth...this THING was certainly an aberration. How many lives had it claimed? How many forgotten spirits were dwelling in its stomach? As such, he decides that even if he can only launch an unsuccessful attack...He'd try, regardless. perhaps it would buy them some time. The creature's teeth might be made of stone, but with the blessings on his arrows, he might yet be able to penetrate them.

Shadow coalesced around the shaft of his arrow as it was drawn out of the quiver--whenever the Guilty or those who Opressed were nearby, Seti's specially blessed arrows took on a far more ghastly appearance. Writhing tendrils of shadow began to grasp at the arrow from the arrow's head, as he took aim at one of the creature's teeth. If it had any sensation at all, assuming the arrows actually penetrated, it should be enough to cause it some discomfort. Seti looses a few of the shadow arrows, firing towards one tooth specifically--in the hopes that repeated strikes to the stony exterior might weaken it enough for an arrow to actually penetrate the tooth to the root--if the shot was true, a bane arrow to the creature's tooth would give it one Xos of a toothache.

With the acrobatics being attempted above, the rites of flight being attempted below, the woman prayed for much the same as Emma but on a smaller scale and without the wings. Beseeching for a miracle on Woten as he chanced his life for the sake of Rei. "Lady of Mercy, guide Woten and give him lightness to descend. Show your goodness to one among all these souls that gave of themselves freely to attend on this mission." Feeling the lurch of the craft and restraining herself from calling out to Emma and Shamus that they needed to HURRY because she was reasonably sure they were well aware of it. Once the others were down from the mast, she would turn her attention on the creature overboard if necessary. Hopefully by that time though, the vessel would be airborne.