"Don't ask me how it works, but as far as we could tell, the ship was the ghost." After letting just the right amount of doubt grow, he launched into an account of the incident. "It all started with the fog. We could tell right away that something was wrong with it, but it wasn't until the crew started all saying the lyrics to a grim seas shanty that we knew we were in danger."
"I tried to steer the ship out of the fog, but then the mist-shrouded galleon appeared and opened fire, piercing the deck with great, big harpoons attached to chains. As it tried to haul us in like a whale, the two of us—together with the ship's mage—fought to break us free. With some magical ingenuity, we broke the phantom chains and freed the mesmerized crew."
"But the thing wasn't done, and gave chase. Hana used all of her magic to craft an illusory vessel for it to attack while I—I shit you not—discouraged it with a happy song. It worked! But it eventually caught on and launched one final volley of shots."
"They were not cannonballs. They were insectile crustacean things made up of bones; from its crew, I assume. The nightmarish constructs attempted to swarm the crew, but they were no match for us and the fine crew of the Adamant Lady."