Hana gave him a concerned look, but backed off. They didn't have time for her to be overly fussy about it.
She winced as the warning shot blew a few slivers of wood off the figurehead--a woman in adamantine armor--and looked around.
"Cap, I think your mage is about to faint," she noted a second before Lars swayed and nearly hit the deck. Percy grabbed him under the arms, and Gracia joined the gnoll and the kitsune in looking out over the rail at the ghostly galleon.
"It's moving faster without wind than we do with a full gale," Gracia muttered, before whirling and barking orders at her crew. "We need to get out of this fog!"
Hana's eyes widened. Fog.
"I'm an idiot!" She grabbed Thrax's arm and pointed to the crow's nest. "If we get up there, can you use Stormsong to try to keep that thing distracted for a few minutes?"