The party began to wonder what Weed was doing. Weed had gone to the ocean. After a few days on horseback they reached the place.
"Where is Weed?"
Pale had very good eyesight as an archer. He could see visibly in the distance.
"I can't seem to find him, let's send a whisper?"
It was then. A storm was coming in the distance as it was going to hit the ship. Each time the ship moved there was lightning striking. They shouted out.
"A ship is approaching!"
The wide stretched sails were torn, the deck and the hull had holes in them. The ghost ship passed through the waves. The ghost crew was on deck wandering around. Weed, the one eyed lich, was standing at the bow. Ghost Fleet Captain! Everytime the wind blew, his torn cloak would flap. The golden bird was sitting on the shoulders of the lich grooming its feathers.