It was only a short walk before the scouting party would reach a cliff looking over the shipwreck. Sure enough, there was barely a path leading down to the narrow strip of sand and rock in which the ship was against. Treacherous crags and steep drops were the only visible way down, and it was a miracle that the previous group managed to even get up. Hurrik looked to you with his observations. "From what I can tell, we'll need at least twenty pitons to secure a stable rope ladder. Erosion from the sea winds makes that rock side much more fragile than it looks, and frankly speaking a good storm could shave off a couple inches of rock wall, which could lead to a landslide. Fortunately the northside would likely be the most stable since winds blow southwards, which I'd guess is the path the others used." However as Hector looked down, he seemed nervous. "Uh... Alright captain, I just want to make sure you know, we really did see those drowned down there. Even if... They aren't here right now..." Sure enough, the ship and beach seems devoid of any creatures, living or dead. Nothing but rocks and wreckage. By this point Nyx's familiar flew down to her hand as she looked to you. "That's definitely further than 100 feet, so if I send Nox down there I'll lose communication with him. However I should still be able to see and hear through his senses. I'll make sure he stays a safe distance away from the wreck in case anything tries to come out. Am I clear to go?"