Sasha shrugs wearily at Lerissa's suggestion, but nods slightly to indicate her assent. Gelik collapses to the ground as soon as the meager meal is ingested and passes out. Abraxis' watch passes without incident, as does Lerissa's. The rains stop sometime during Lerissa's watch. She wakes Auron as Sasha finds a place to stretch out.
About 45 minutes into Auron's watch, he begins to hear a low moaning over the sounds of the surf and a subtle glow draws his eyes offshore. As he watches in fascination, the glow resolves into the figure of a rotted corpse with eyes of blue flame and a hooked hand, dressed in the tattered remains of a captain's coat and a tricorn hat. The figure is pacing atop the waves about a dozen yards offshore, plainly agitated over something. It's voice comes clearly across the water, cursing and berating crew, exhorting them to better effort, and occasionally exclaiming, “Alas my Aeshamara!”