*How Can A Club That's Just A Random Chunk Of Former Boat "Connect" With A Disembodied Spirit?*

You flail around with that stick wildly, failing to hit anything. After a few seconds of spinning around trying to smack the ghost with your club with your eyes shut, you collapse on the ground. You soon hear the same voice from before, which isn't all that threatening actually, say, "Are you quite done acting the goat, Pawtner?"

You nod, head still spinning, eyes still closed, and the voice says "ahem, as I was saying, I'm Spiry, your Guardian Spirit. I saw you out in the water clutching your broken mast and followed you to shore." He explains. "Listen, we don't have time to stand around, the area is crawling with monsters, we've got to get to the nearest town right away!" the Floating ball of blue light with the facial features of a cat superimposed on it says, and you heft your club. Whatever this thing is, guardian or not, it hasn't attacked you yet, and you have no real REASON (other than the raw creepiness factor of a talking ball of incorporeal blue energy,) to mistrust him...

"Alright, Lead the way Spiry," you decide, after searching the debris from your ship for anything else you can salvage. You don't turn up much, just a damaged old sack, few bits of sailcloth, net, and rope from which you fashion makeshift armor, and one other thing. Sealed in it's waxed leather tube is a rolled up painting from happier times, you, your mom, your dad, and your sister. You sat together for this portrait only a few months before your parents died, its the only picture you ever had of the whole family... Eyes bright with tears from a chaotic mix of emotions you heft your club and set off down the beach towards what looks like a small shack...