A... lot of things happened all at once.

The sea monster's tooth was struck by a shadow arrow, blessed by Habakano. There were limits, of course, to how much bane damage could affect a tooth.. but fewer limits to how much pain it could actually cause. Instead of closing in as the Lady Defiler swung about, they pulled back, albeit briefly. This was a mixed blessing. The creature couldn't precisely scream, instead forcing a deluge out of its gaping maw, tilting the ship's bow to a near thirty degree angle upwards. Naia, Emma, Shamus, and Seti all slid back the slippery deck, along with much of the crew, though most were able to catch themselves on this or that before they all crashed together at the quarterdeck.

Woten and Rei were... less lucky, or so it first seemed. The berserker did swing Rei towards the shroud and rigging, however when the ship jostled after being pummeled by the expelled water, she was thrown off course, tangling up in one of the sails that was... coming undone? That couldn't have been good.

Or, maybe it was a good thing?

Woten was tossed from the crow's nest at the sudden shaking, also falling and getting tangled up - wait, no. Rei and Woten weren't getting tangled. It was more like... cradled. Wrapped up protectively, as the patchy, partially starweave sails were unfixing themselves and snaking down the masts. The pair were slid harmlessly onto the deck, as their two sails - fueled by a combination of Mirdhalian power and a blessing of protection by the Spirit of Mercy - joined with the rest, which were stretching out the port and starboard of the Viper-class airship, forming billowing wings that began to flap.

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that this airship should be able to fly. Its wings are too small and flimsy to get the bulky, heavy warship out of the turbulent waters. The airship, of course, flies anyways. Because Vanidyr doesn't care what humanoids think is impossible.

The airship rose above the sea monster, not without suffering some damage itself. The jaws of the great beast eventually did come to close, the jagged, stony teeth not managing to close on any part of the hull... however, the rudder was forfeit in this. Thankfully, that was the least of their concerns, as that was probably repairable, especially with all of the salvage that was probably in the area.

The airship seemed to move with a mind of its own, however those sensitive to such things would feel it being led. Not simply by the will of the ship, but also guided by the Spirits Seti previously called to for aid. No words were exchanged - these spectral beings weren't capable of this, at least not right now - but they did act as sort of a tugboat, drawing the airborne vessel through the mist, and leaving the sea monster behind, probably still writing in pain at its cracked, sensitive tooth.

The flight spell eventually wore off, unable to sustain the ship in the air for too long. Instead of returning to where they belonged, the sails... just returned to the deck, blanketing everyone and causing a good deal of general confusion for a few minutes. The ship itself came down not-too-gently into the water, though nothing was terribly damaged that wasn't already left in disrepair over the years that Marko had been captaining the ship. Thankfully... they seemed to be at their destination. Brumeveil island was a rocky, barren place, one they could actually see well enough. The mist seemed to only form a ring about the island and its barrier isles, and from the looks of it, a dome over the top of the rocky peak as well. Oddly enough, there... was a dock. An old one, and only meant to harbor a single ship, perhaps two at most, long into disrepair. But there at least at one time had been civilization here, of some sort. Flotsam and debris from shipwrecks littered the coast,suggesting that at least two or three other ships had made it into the passes before meeting a terrible fate, then washing ashore.

"Well fuck my cockhole with a syringe and call me a Shar`Vaire." Marko laughed, as he dug his way out of the fallen sails. "...I don't bloody know how, but we got you here. With any luck, we can get us out, too. I wager we could fit a rudder and some of that scrapped plating out there, patch the Lady up in .. well, maybe not no time, but soon enough. Few days, anyways, maybe a week. Can't be sure, exactly. If you lot are going ashore, take one of the suicide sleds. I'm not chancing the docks. Look like they're about to collapse at the drop of a Keshra."

So, in other words.. a perfect match for the current state of the Defiler.

It was an odd feeling for there berserker, to have his fate in the hands of chance and luck. At least that's how it felt when he was first tossed out of the crow's nest. As things happened in a blur, he caught the sight of Rei landing in the sails instead of the rigging. Soon enough he found himself in the same situation. Out of reflex he grasped onto whatever he could on his way down until he realized he was within the sails, and being cradled by them. Again, luck and chance seemed to help him get where he was.

He hit the deck and rolled from the momentum of the guided fall from the sails, now wings, of the ship. he took a moment to gather himself before trying to stand, only to find the remainder of the sails now folding about him on the decks as they arrived to port. A hearty chuckle turned into a bellowing laughter from the Northlander, accented by the slapping of a hand on the deck a few times. Whatever the other's role, what ever their part in all of this everything seemed to come together.

He picked a direction and moved to get out from under the sail he was on top of him now and once emerged he winced at the change of lightening for a moment until he adjusted. By now he'd checked himself for injuries and since everything else seemed to be working he moved towards the Captain, hearing him speak. The berserker then looked out across to their destination, the damaged and worn dock. Vision was better clearly and as he looked up he noticed the dome shape the mist was taking over this rock isle. "An illusion indeed." he muttered under his breath but even so it seemed real to him even if the shape was unnatural.

At the mention of the suicide sleds he perked up. With all that wreckage between them and their destination he was a bit concerned, more so after what they just experienced. "Can we tell what threats are between us and the isle?" It was an idea beyond his scope but at least it could help prep them for whats.

He had equipment to gather before leaving, namely his cloak and axe in that order, and would collect them before boarding the sled.

Normally, Emma would be loudly trying to coax praise out of Naia, or she would rattle off a list of dangerous predators to Woten...normally. Neither of those two things are happening, on account of her lying limp as a ragdoll beneath a sail, blood trickling from her nose and wherever: a mild case of Mana Burn, plus crushing fatigue from having had countless ghosts hijack the rite.

Would struggle her way out from beneath the sails, thanking her patron goddess silently as she did for her intervention in any of what had passed. Making sure to get a counting on the people who were present and once all had presented herself she would seek Emma out and make sure she was in fact still on the ship and not overboard. It would end with her carefully bringing the young woman out from beneath the sails and laying her gently down on top of them instead. Flinching slightly at Marko's turns of phrase and tucking the tousled hair behind her ears. Checking the young woman's pulse before letting her be for the moment.

"It's good that you're going to be able to fix the ship, Captain, we will be some time ashore and will keep in contact as much as possible." Checking the small pocket on the shoulder of her robes where the speaking crystal was held. "That is if we are able to communicate using crystal through the fog." smiling a bit acerbically at the man "Keep in mind as I mentioned in negotiation, that my factor has the fee we agreed on and has specific terms to satisfy before he will release it... if you finish your repairs sooner." delicately implying if he and the crew ran off without them.. they wouldn't get paid. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she just didn't have.. any faith in him.

Looking toward the dock with a thoughtful expression "I think we should take a skiff and make for the doc, likely though we will not be able to use it we will find a path nearer there than anywhere else." also considering the flotsam in the water and Woten's question "I don't think we have much of a choice, Woten, we will need to take a small boat to the island or stay on the ship. As the greater beast seems to have retreated I think we should take the chance as soon as possible to go ashore. Perhaps its presence has frightened away lesser creatures in the water."

"Shamus, would you be so kind as to see to Emma? I believe she's burned herself out, but you would likely have a better insight into that and get her aboard the landing boat." Gathering up her bags and making certain her sword was in place. "I have some potions and unguents provided by Kashto and Crichton that I will be able to pass out before we make landfall." When Rei presented herself the Knight smiled at her and patted her on the shoulder "Well done, Rei, you guided us admirably and I'm glad neither of you were injured."

As long as no one had any strong complaints against getting into the suicide sled they'd take a bit of time just to get things together and then get into one, directing it to as clear a landing spot as they could by the dock.

Seti took one of the potions with a thankful nod towards Naia--a small grin on his face. He was ignorant to the damage that the ghosts caused Emma, otherwise he'd be considerably less satisfied! Instead, he clasps his hands together. "...Thank you spirits. Thank you, Habakano. We will do right by you, and help you find rest--I swear this on my honor." Prayers and thanks having been said, he walks towards the sled with Rowan in tow--prompting Seti to give the shoebill an incredulous look. "...You don't need to get in the sled, Rowan. You can just fly over." The shoebill seemed momentarily offended that he wasn't invited to ride in the sled, but moves back to preen his feathers. He trots over towards Emma, and begins to lightly buffet her with his wings, trying to roust her from unconsciousness. Bapbapbapbapbap.

Rei wasn't used to losing her sense of direction, but tumbling through the air after being flung by a northerner from the crow's nest of a rocking ship that was being assaulted by a giant sea monster tended to have that effect. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and braced for impact be it land see or ship. When the object that she slammed into happened to be exceedingly soft and comfortable she was sure that she had landed on the creature's tongue and was about to be devoured. There was much flailing and screaming and just a hint of panic before she finally calmed down and realized what was happening. As she was lowered gently to the deck she gave a cursory glance around her to make sure that no one had seen her embarrassing episode, and then braced herself once again as the ship took to the air.

The Thrill of the flight was short-lived however, and as the ship crashed back to the waters and the sails came tumbling down, Rei found herself amongst a tangle of canvas and ropes and laughing hysterically. Once she had freed herself from the mess she glanced around at her companions and made a tally mark sign with one finger in the air. "Team Naia, One! Giant scary water monster, zero."

Naia's praise actually made her emotional and though she fought to hide it her eyes begin to water. Rei's parents we're both Rangers, and had devoted their lives to helping others through terrible situations. Even though she had chosen a slightly different path for her life, to know that she had done a good job made her feel as though her parents would have been proud of her in that moment.

She wiped her sleeve across her eyes, drying them before they could freeze, and as the others began boarding the longboats to go ashore, she joined them wondering what more lay ahead of them on this barren Island.

Despite the debris, ultimately the water was much shallower ahead, and rather clear. It seemed likely that most of the debris was washed through the passes, or abandoned ships that had long fallen into disrepair, rotting or oxidizing and falling to pieces. There seemed to be no immediate threats in the water, regardless, so travelling by suicide sled seemed like a safe option.

Meanwhile, Captain Marko was busy knocking the teeth out of the mouth of one of his crew that were looking at the unconscious Emma a little funny.

"Yes, M'um", the warlock nodded earnestly, stifling back some of the nausea he sustained himself. He rushed to Emma's side, swiftly extracting a lilac looking vial and intended to present it to Emma, only to find Kiyodai trying to rouse her, "Emma, are you okay?", he said crouching down to his rag-dolled superior, "Are you okay, Emma?", he looked worryingly to Kiyodai, "She's been struck hard by the ritual. I'll stay with her till she wakes"

Would place a hand on Rowan as he battered Emma with a wing “She will wake.” Urging the bird to a place as the bapping was also rocking the boat.

Guiding the smaller vessel toward the dock endeavoring to find a place to land. “Keep yourselves alert.” Watching the water and looming island.

Rei moved to stand beside Naia, staring at the approaching shoreline, and scanning it for dangers. Now that she knew they were dealing with illusions her eyes were more keenly focused to see through them. One by one she withdrew her pistols from their holsters and checked them over making sure they weren't damaged in the tussle. "Any expectations for what we might run across?"