Swamped

"Couldn't find the scout, sir. He wasn't in the nest, probably because of the attack. But when I was up there, I saw something coming out of the water. Shouted a warning to the deck and ran over here right away, so I didn't get a better look at it."

Hells! It's probably whatever Wiz noticed when you last saw him.

"Was the eye-piece there?" you ask.

"Oh! Right, I grabbed it without thinking. Should I give it back, sir, or would you like to use it?"

"I'll be needing it. Little sense keeping it there if no one's using it. See if you can find the scout anyway, Mr. Woods. I might need a word with him. Ms. Swallow, you're with me. Still got a job for you."

Woods salutes, and runs off. Swallow gives you a funny look.

"Yes, I'm not wearing my hat," you grumble. "There's a very good reason for that. And it's got nothing to do with why I called for you."

"If you say so," she shrugs. "So why did you call for me?"

"Can't talk about it just yet. Got to get a look at whatever's in the water first. I'm planning on looking through a nearby hole, we can talk once we get there."

You start walking towards the room where you found the cultists. When you arrive, you take the eyepiece and look through the hole made by the cannonball, to see just what it is you're dealing with.