Swamped

Well, so far only one thing's had any clear effect, and that was flinging a severed chicken's foot. Which you suspect is connected to the bird noises you were hearing.

So maybe making more noise will confuse the bug more.

"Try making bird noises," you tell the wizard next time you pass near. "Don't know if it'll work, but it's the only idea I have."

The wizard shrugs, and starts making the most dignified owl sounds he can manage. You do your best impersonation of a crow.

It doesn't seem to have much effect, other than making you feel sillier.

And as if to accentuate the point, Mr. Resk soon comes in, stares at you for a moment, then opens his mouth wide.

He was probably going to ask something along the lines of "what do you think you're doing", but the fly gets into his mouth first, and you quickly clap a hand over it.

"Sorry," you say. "But we really need to catch that fly."

A moment later, you feel the fly walking around on your hand. Suppose it's just as well you used the ungloved one. You quickly pull it away and slip your glove back on. Mr. Resk blinks.

"Did that glove just disappear?"

"Illusion spell," you remind him. "Speaking of, how are things going down there?"

"Well, we've taken the cultists to the infirmary, but we're concerned about having enough beds. We also started asking the cook some questions, and then he vanished in a puff of smoke," he grumbles. "Which is going to make the crew rather annoyed around dinner time, but that's going to have to wait for these pirates to be dealt with. We haven't tried to approach the warden yet, as we don't really have any sort of plan to stop her from pulling the same escape trick. That's one reason I came up here, to get Wiz's help." He turns towards the wizard. "Speaking of which, what are you doing down here? I thought you needed to stay on the bridge to maintain the barrier?"

The ship suddenly shifts again, and you all find yourselves on the ceiling.

"I did, but these disruptions are making that impossible. So I'm looking into them. The only good news is we don't seem to have taken any further hits since they started, though only the gods know how long that's going to last."

"Well, once you take care of that, I'd like you to help us out with our trouble with the warden."

"Excuse me," you interject. "Before we get on too much further, is there something we should be doing about this fly I've got trapped in my glove?"

"Ah, yes," says the wizard. "Just hold still for a moment."

You're a little worried about what he's going to do.