As you all prepare for the departure, night swiftly falls. At the allotted time, a thick fog starts gathering around the boat, even though there's nary a cloud in the sky. The Captain signals for everyone to be quiet, then slowly, the water elementalists turn the boat so it's pointing north. A few minutes pass, and the fog finally blocks out all sight beyond it, and yet there's still an eery light emanating from the fog, allowing all on board vision. From the waters, a creaking noise can be heard, getting closer, the waves from the water being pushed back by something nearby. Looking around, you still see nothing, til one of the crew members gasps loudly, and everyone turns to him. Broadside to the ship, the ghost ship slowly moves, the sails torn, no crew in sight, the masts cracked, the boat itself dotted with broken boards. The captain turns to you all, and nods, motioning for you all to go quickly.