the ship changes direction to point to what quickly appears to be a sandy beach, ending at a thick forest with trees tall and well-established.

Some of the crew are mumbling about a "misty" island, and a few of the older crew look a little afraid.

The captain comes up behind you taking out his telescope and looking in that direction before grunting. "I know I need to get the two of you to port, but we may not make it with the damage we took in that storm. I see good hardwoods that would make good repairs least till we can get to a proper dry dock...." he offers the telescope so you can see too, confirming what he's saying, "can't say I like it though.....this island isn't on any maps I've got and I've been sailing this route for near 30 years." he crosses his arms over his broad chest and frowns in thought.