Chapter 3: Silver Isle, Floating Market

The group makes its way to the Coven's hut. It's just as Zale last saw it, more a sagging pile of debris than a hut. Picking through it, the group finds the sort of weird objects one might expect of a hag's home: assorted eyeballs, bones, and other animal body parts, pickled or otherwise preserved, strange fetishes made of driftwood and seaweed, stones with profane runes scratched into their surface, unidentifiable potions and brews.

The cleft in the rock does indeed hide stone steps leading downward. They're slick with lichen but reasonably safe to descend.

The steps lead down the inside of the cleft, affording a good view of the cove while staying unseen. And yet, all the way down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. At the bottom you find a huge, wave-battered cavern big as a shipyard. In fact, there's a half-sunk schooner here, its bow angled upwards. It must've run aground here years ago. The stone stairs descend into the churning water. It's a 40-foot swim to the wreck, or a 100-foot swim to the rocky ground in the far end of the cavern.

You hear faint voices coming from the wrecked ship. By the dim light you can also make out a narrow stone ledge, shin-deep underwater, that runs along the cavern wall. There are gaps in it, but nothing that can't be jumped across as far as you can tell. It would be a circuitous route but with luck, it might get you to the rocks.