Seeing the rest of the crew standing around mouths agaping as their crew mate is hauled from the water. In a loud clear voice full of an authority that pierces the howling wind the Cursed One calls out to those standing about idly.
"Sailors of the good ship Crest Hopper! Your pause gives advantage to the storm. Even a vessel as fine as this needs aid to weather the swell of an angry sea. Return to your posts! Do what you know must be done to protect the ship. We are neither master of boat nor friend to the sea, but we have a pair of willing hands. So tell me how best we can help you and I will brek my back with you against this fey weather!"
As the crew wakes from their stupor the Cursed One is true to his word, helping when and where he can tirelessly.