Xandren's eyes are more keen than the shifter's, perhaps due to the saltwater. The warforged is able to find a slightly more roundabout path to shore, avoiding the sharp coral.
[sblock=ooc]Xandren gets a 20 on the perception check. Athletic checks for the pair are in the mid-twenties.[/sblock]
Hesh stands closer to the shore, looking out over the waves and to the ship. He can barely make out the forms of sailors on the ship, but their noise is obscured by the waves.
Thormir keeps his eyes on the ocean, scanning the water for threats. A boney torso stands off shore for a moment, it could only be standing on the reef itself. The warlock obliterates it with a gesture. It sinks below the waves, it's bones blackened.
The woman, the warforged, and the shifter stagger to the sand. The woman is quite beautiful, even though she wears loose borrowed clothes of a sailor. Her ears have a subtle point, though she lacks the prenatural grace of full-blooded fey. She collapses to her hands and knees, gasping for breath. "What the hells were those...things...," she gasps, looking to those around her for answers.