Apoc finds himself grimacing at the certainty that they will be reaching that island one way or the other. "This was not what I intended by my wish for something interesting..." Realizing that if they continue to turn, the ship will capsize from the wind, if they head for the aforementioned reef, the hull will will be shredded apart, and if they head for the beach, one, both, or neither of the previous results may be had.
Calling out to Ciara. "I do not like it either, but I think he is right, the ship can not take much more of this, so we can not escape the path being forced, and of the options we can choose, more of use should survive the beach than the reef, as well as more of the supplies. If we are lucky, we could even beach the ship at this speed, leaving us at least the possibility of escape once the storm passes. I see no chance of the ship, or majority of us making, it if we hit the reef, unless we wish to chance the rowboats."