Senses B4C4

"Nay, sir," the captain replied. "Looks to be a ship floundering off the starboard bow." He raised one hand to point, and although it was far away I could just make out a hazy shape on the horizon. "She's not moving with the wind or against it, just sort of bobbing in place."

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The ship lurched to the right as well, cutting through the waves toward its new destination. We made our way to the bow, looking out towards the shape slowly growing larger before us.

[...]

The Captain reached over and rang the bell once more, and I realised that wasn't only for us, but maybe a signal to the other ship as well.

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"We're getting closer," Ruby said. "Can you fly over, Uncle Qrow?"

"Not much point. The wind is against us. I'd be slower than the ship, and it's not like I'd be able to do anything when I got there." He reached over and grabbed Blake by the shoulder, drawing her in front of him. "You've got good eyes, right. Tell me, can you see any crew on deck?"

Blake shrugged his arm off her, but acquiesced to his request, leaning over the railing as she peered at the upcoming ship. I couldn't make out much myself, although the mast and such was coming into view.

"I don't see any movement," Blake said. "The sails are down, too. That's odd."