Your crew quietly murmured among themselves as you told them what must’ve been controlling the drowned. Hector looked rather nervous while Nyx and Hurrik were deep in thought about a banshee’s strength and weaknesses. “We’ll definitely need holy water.” Hurrik said. “Whether for the banshee or drowned, holy water will keep them down.” 

Nyx nods as she looks at your sword in particular. “The drowned will go down like any other zombie will, but a banshee isn’t as affected by mortal weapons. And I’m not sure if my own spells will be entirely effective, nor will it be a good idea to rely solely on my magic to put the monster down.” 

Hector chimes in after he calmed himself down. “Aye captain, why don’t we go with Hurrik’s first plan? Maybe smash up the boat a bit, give that ghost less cover to work with. I-I don’t know much about banshees but ghosts like them don’t like sunlight right? We attack in the day, knock some holes in the ship for light, ought to keep her at bay.”