"Up, Midnight," Whisper urges to the bird perched on her shoulder. "To the top of the mast and keep watch. Cry warning if you see other ships coming this way. Or...if you see any shapes under the water..."
The raven fluffs its wings and croaks, "What do I look like, a falcon? Long distance viewing...eh. Not really my thing."
"Is swimming your thing?"
The raven pauses, then mutters, "Good point," as it flaps up to the top of the Stalwart Mariner to keep watch and (mostly) to stay out of trouble.
Whisper then peers over the railing at the wrecked ship. "Do we have enough potions and scrolls for this? I'd hate to investigate here, only to find we lack the resources to properly investigate our true goal."