Save a Life, A Voice Without Sound

The ship rocked back and forth. Solemnly swaying through gentle breezes as the entirety of the ship slept. They deserved it. For each soul worked themselves to the bone ensuring that Sayyid would survive. Whether it meant spending nights watching over him for any new developments, manning the cannons against external threats or even spending extra time tending to his wounds. Each person put in constant work for their commander.

But, in his cabin, the lonely lavender spirit stayed by Sayyid's side. The woman who served besides Sayyid the longest. She held his hand and prayed. Something which her mother often told her to do when all seemed lost. They hadn't any information on a doctor powerful enough to save him, let alone return his body back to his prime form. They searched far and wide to no avail. They needed something...they needed an answer...And so she called to the God of above. The god which Sayyid always said his morning rituals to.

Please help.