You rush outside, following the captain, in time to see a longboat rowing swiftly away from your ship. The captain says, "It seems our bird has flown."
In the distance you see another ship, one of mysterious make, which flies no flags. The longboat pulls up alongside the strange vessel, and a fog rises from no where to engulf them both. The captain hisses an indrawn breath, saying, "What sorcery is this? Let us move on, I want no part of it."
Muttering spreads across the deck of the ship; the men saw the fog rise too, and they are no less scared of it than the captain. Only the captain's booming voice settles them and whips them into action again.
After a thorough accounting of the damage caused by the fire, the captain comes to you with sobering news. "The fire destroyed our food supplies, and has crippled my ship. We have no choice but to stop at Ragadorn for repairs. I am sorry, but the repairs will take at least a week. It may be faster for you to find your own transport the rest of the way to Port Bax."
The crew greet this news with happy enthusiasm, and set to their work with renewed vigor, but it is with a heavy heart that you see the coastline growing closer the following day. Forty days, the king had said... you have only forty days to complete your mission...
[Someone roll me a d10! Save point: 208, though the d10 roll result will be used on 197.]