Darras whistles, the single long note that is a universal stand-in for wow. "Amateurs, the lot of you."

He's very much teasing. And, in the interest of being useful, he crouches and tugs open the top on the sack that he'd pulled from his horse, and holds it out for them to see.

"Chicken necks. Crabs love 'em, butchers don't have much use for 'em. I figure we head out to that shipwreck, set that bait, and see what we get. If it's the ghosts that we were told about, we'd better hope they've poor enough taste to want to make a meal of chicken necks."