"I can try," Kisara said a bit doubtfully. Her sight had definitely improved, since . . . things had happened, and she had a few tricks, but was reluctant to use them. She moved towards the farthest part of the deck towards the sound, and that overturned hull. She took a deep breath and centered herself as well as she could on a fast-moving ship through ghost-infested waters.<br/><br/>She shifted, closing her eyes and hoping the sailors wouldn't notice what she was doing, grateful for the railing supporting her body a bit. It was still awkward for her, trying something like this. Calling upon the power she had been given (<em>earned</em>, a little voice said), that she had been taught all her life was the source of all evil.<br/><br/>Kisara took a deep breath, feeling the strain of pulling this power here, in the shadowland, and opened what she thought of as her transcendent eye. Maybe just the drop of power she had to use for this wouldn't bring too much grief, wouldn't make her glow.<br/><br/><em>OOC: Kisara is committing Effort to use Eyes Above to try and get a better view on whatever it is.</em>