The poor dumb schmuck is down for the count. Must've had a glass jaw or something. He won't be getting back up anytime soon. Splashing him with water might hasten the recovery process, but then again, he's already all wet.
Wakil begins rowing the boat in the direction the ship sounds to be in. The fog appears to be glowing brighter in that direction as well. Shortly, a dark mass looms out of the fog and resolves itself into a trim three-master. Light can be seen spilling over the rails of the deck. As they draw closer, shadowy figures can be made out moving around on deck.