Silvermoon realizes that, even should she locate a sailor, he won't be able to steer the ship without light; the tunnel is, to those without darkvision, as black as anything they've ever seen.
*Granite pounds the way up to the helm, and takes the wheel, just trying to keep the ship going straight.*
"Git yer yella' bellies up 'ere, ye scurvy dogs! 'Less ye want 'e ship to be bashed to bits af'er survivin' a miracle, git up 'ere!" Granite booms into the darkness.
“Just help him then, I'm sure there is something you can do! And he can see in the dark.” Silvermoon tells the sailors, pointing at Granite, who by now has taken up the helmsman position. She also brings out one of her glass orbs and raises the light level to illuminating everything within 60 feet, which hopefully lets the sailors see as much as the dwarf.
Light being provided, the Sea-Gallop proceeds downwards in an eery illuminated island; the echos of rushing water off the rocks only add to the feeling. The sailors take a toll of the losses; six sailors were killed or swept overboards, the captain and the paladin are missing and presumed dead, and the Alphatian was found dead in the hold, of a broken neck. Command devolves to First Mate Jonath Tarkson, who bruskly sets the remaining crew to work repairing the damage, while he guides the ship.
Silvermoon will try to help, if she can, but if not, she will rather stay out of the way, at least not being a hindrance to the sailors. At the first opportunity, the elf will sit down in quiet meditation to have a look into her spellbook to prepare for the upcoming situation.
*Granite will assist in helping with the sea burials of those that were not swept overboard, bowing his head, and pouring a mug of ale into the sea for the sailors to drink in the afterlife.*
*The funerals done, Granite spends the rest of the morning more drunk that usual, before staggering topside and looking at the island.*
"Cap'n," Granite says, speaking to Tarkson, "How be 'e men, in yer 'pin'n?"
"The men will do as I command them to do, but at the moment, there is nothing to do but wait. When this river reaches an outlet, we will find where we've gotten to."
“I'll be in my cabin,” Silvermoon announces, handing over the glowing glass sphere to the new captain. “Here, take this for now, but be careful, it's a delicate piece of glass. Maybe affixing it somewhere above will provide an even better level of illumination,” the elven mage suggests, before heading towards her cabin and sitting down over her spellbook to finally fill the empty spaces in her mind with the knowledge needed to bring her magic into existance.
[Initiating artificial explanation of overly-long absense...]
Lying on the deck, Rana looks around confused, settling down when she finds that it hurts to move her head overly much.
She thinks to herself "Owww...brrrr...cold...Ugh, how did we get into this odd tunnel. This wasn't part of our route! Any why is the ship spinning... Oh, the whirlpool! thats how we got here! I wonder if this is what its like to be inside of those. I'd better go find Granite."
Rana uses the mast to help herself up, and notices a bit of blood on it at about the same level to match her head wound. "That explains a lot," she thinks to herself, as she calls out to Granite and walks carefully and a bit unsteadily looking for other survivors.