"... The whole lake was made by magic, sir?" Wellard blinks, and eyes the water beneath the Pearl as if it suddenly might decide to cease to be.

"Um. I don't quite think that was a... solution anyone here has thought of, sir." If because most of the people who knew about ships do not know magic, and the few that know magic, do not know about ships. He shakes his head.

"Or, the attacks were on the people first, instead of the ship."