“We’ll definitely need holy water.” Hurrik said. “Whether for the banshee or drowned, holy water will keep them down.”
“The drowned will go down like any other zombie will, but a banshee isn’t as affected by mortal weapons." Nyx said as she glanced towards Talogan's blade. "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.”
"Getting our hands on some holy water would certainly be a good move." Talogan said with a nod of agreement, a small smile playing across is lips as pleasant thoughts of ransacking a coastal temple drifted through his mind. "And I'm sure those silver arrows we plundered from those elven merchants would be effective against the banshee as well."
“Aye captain, why don’t we go with Hurrik’s first plan?" Hector said as he regained control of his nerves. "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.”
"A good idea, Mr. Hector." Talogan replied. "And one that will certainly be used in the assault. Though we should find something other than oil flasks to make holes in the wreck, lest we risk burning down the entire ship and any plunder that lies therein." Talogan turned away from the wreck then, and looked to the others. "Unless any of you feel that there is more to be done here, I think it's time to return to Red Shard." Talogan said. "We have much to do."