Swamped

You take a quick glance over the deck in hopes of catching something that might give you an idea.

Then your eyes catch your reflection in the polished tip of the halberd. And you have a thought.

If you could catch the sunlight at the right angle, you might be able to make it flash and draw her attention that way. Of course, you'd need to figure out the right angle.

Well. You never bothered to drop the cross-staff, did you. You put it down and adjust it to work out the angle the sun's at - you figure that ought to be where the light's brightest. Then you put the halberd's tip on the end of it, and start shifting the tip towards the hole.

A bolt bounces off the tip of the halberd. Well, you suppose she doesn't have a lot of ways to signal you, either. But now that you've got her attention, it's time to direct it elsewhere. You wave the halberd a bit before pointing it towards the rope. Specifically, the hand you can barely see clutching a pouch in the midst of all the kelp.

You hear a piercing scream, you see the pouch drop, and you see the kelp retract into the sea, leaving a screaming woman hanging from a rope. It rapidly pulls her up.

You haven't heard from Wiz yet, though. So you can't be sure Donnie's safe.

And then you're caught off guard by what the pirate ship does next.