Swamped

You can really only see one option right now, and it's not a very good one.

The best I can do is gather up the remnants of the Ship of the Dead and attach the whole mass to the front of the ship, you tell Resk, as you start preparing a spell to do just that. That's about a ship's worth of timber to absorb the impact with, though between the decay and the flames, I can't promise it will be anywhere near enough.

Better than nothing, I suppose. He doesn't sound very happy. You wouldn't either, in his position.

You release your spell. Wind sweeps through the area, gathering up burned wood and carrying it all to one spot. It gathers into a rough ball shape. You need to use ether to keep it together, and attach it to the front of the ship.

The ship starts turning. The charge will come soon. Seems it's time for the next step, the part you didn't explain to Resk. You fly towards the ball as the ship picks up speed, and before long, the flight spell on the ship overwhelms your own and you start hurtling down. At least you managed to give yourself enough speed to find a landing spot, if not exactly a safe one.

What are you doing? Resk suddenly shouts. Perhaps he's looking at you through the eyepiece, you think that came up in a conversation somewhere along the line.

Saving the ship as best I can. Even if one of us had a better idea, it's a bit late to change plans now, I'm afraid.

The ship lifts from the water. As you thought; consuming another flight spell would immediately activate it. That will make this next part easier, assuming you manage to stay conscious and alive.

As the ship draws nearer, you land painfully on the mass of wood. It's relatively soft, at least, but you no doubt have splinters in uncomfortable places. Not to mention your old bones aren't taking it well.

I'll send someone to retrieve you! Resk shouts in your head.

No, that would just put them in danger. I'll have this done in a moment.

You're very close to the kraken. Close enough for what you have to do. You tap the ball of decayed timber lightly, focusing on the spell that makes it act as all one object.

"Heavyweight," you mutter weakly. It's a good thing the verbal component of the spell doesn't actually rely on being heard.

You hear quite a few things in the next few moments. A loud splash, an otherworldly shriek, and a voice in your head crying John, you damned fool!

But it all goes quiet very suddenly after that.