Through whatever sense is left in their fogged minds, the sailors tell me the keel is intact. Without a drydock to repair her, the ship is all but worthless, but sufficient for our needs. It took all night, but we have moored her safely. Extensive repairs are needed, but she is afloat. It will take more than what I have; I have dispatched two sirines to scout the Xvart village. I expect them to return in three days.