What happened to the trio

The three of you head off into the fog, and it closes around you, thick and cool. The sand makes walking a little more difficult than usual, as it is very soft under your feet. The house disappears in the fog behind you, and the light of the lighthouse barely penetrates as far as you have come, which really is not very far. Ahead, you still hear the droning bell of the ship. You walk on a little further, and the bell's tolling stops. You pause for a moment, straining to hear the ship's bell, knowing that its haunting sound is the only thing letting you know where it is. Not hearing any sound in that direction, you continue onward, hoping that the ship has either disappeared or not moved.

A few hundred feet further down the beach, you begin to hear sounds ahead of you. It sounds like someone is scraping something through the sand, something probably made of wood. That sound continues faintly for about a minute, growing louder each passing moment. Then, that sound too stops. You pause, straining to hear any clue where something may be in the dense fog that seems to be even more dense as the distance between you and the lighthouse grows. Then, as you are ready to continue your search, you hear an eerie sound of footsteps in the sand. Not your own footsteps. There is someone on the island ahead of you. Now, you hear several sets of footprints. Straining to see, trying to hear, trying also to remain quiet, you peer intently at the fog ahead. Then you see them...

Twisted, broken figures of "men" loom ahead of you, shuffling through the sand towards you, their arms outstretched to you. Some wielding weapons - swords, clubs, belaying pins, others empty handed. The men are dressed as the sailors were when the ship passed the night before. You brace yourselves, intent on making your stand here when suddenly, you find that there are many of them, perhaps 20, directly in front of you, and they are coming straight at you. For broken men, they can move through this sand at a remarkable pace. Your mind reels. You feel as though they will catch you if you do not move NOW! In panic, in fear, you turn around to make your retreat, and find another "sailor" now directly in front of you, perhaps 5 feet away, blocking your escape. You scream out in surprise and terror, and Brady lashes out at it with his bottle of water, splashing the lone abomination. As the water hits the creature in front of you, it screams a blood-curdling yell of pain and fear, and raises its arms to defend itself. You can see bits of its flesh dripping off its bones where the water hit. Brady splashes it again after looking back and seeing that the other creatures had gained a lot of ground on the three of you. The wounded creature drops to its knees in agony, then falls face-first into the sand, motionless. Seizing your opportunity, you begin to run past the again-dead creature and run straight toward the house, using the light of the lighthouse to guide your steps.

As you pass the creature, it lashes out with its last bodily strength to grab onto Dana's ankle. She trips, and the creature's claw-like fingers dig into her flesh leaving angry, bleeding scratches on her ankle and calf. She turns and kicks at it, but it does not let go. She whips her staff around and lands a solid blow on the creature's arm, and it relinquishes its hold of her. Marshall and Brady help her to her feet and continue their flight back to the house.