Good news! The helm appears to have controls. Well, it has wriggling tentacles, but they do look like control-y ones. 

Bad news: the helm is also full of mind flayers fighting a mix of imps and cambions. And through the front view port, the horizon line is very high up, almost as if the ship is in a nose dive.

A mind flayer speaks in your mind. We must escape. Connect the nerves of the transponder. It gives you an image of the wriggling tentacles on the other side of the all out melee.

Wow this conflict has way too many sides and all of them seem pretty evil.

He looks at Shadowheart, the only person so far who neither is an evil outsider nor has done anything particularly evil, and copies what she's doing. 

Shadowheart seem pretty focused on getting through the horde of devils to the transponder!

She casts something-- and he isn't as good at fighting as he was, but he's definitely better than he was five minutes ago.

To the transponder!

On autopilot he tries to do some fancy stuff with the dagger that doesn't work, but fortunately whenever he notices he can just stab things with the dagger instead. 

Imps remain squishy, cambions are frustratingly not squishy.

One of the mind flayers puts it's tentacles around the head of a cambion and-- somehow kills it by just doing that? (There may have also been a horrible crunching sound. It's pretty loud here.)

Lae'zel is keeping his flanks clear. Shadowheart is providing healing as necessary, and has created illusory clones of herself. 

It's nice having a party even if most of them are probably Evil. 

(It's embarrassing that people can flank him.)

Eventually he arrives at the transponder.

In front of him, there are two nerves that he knows will take him back to the Prime Material.

A dragon lands against the viewpoint in front of him. 

Well, let's connect the nerves and get the, as it were, Hell out of here. 

The nerves connect just as the dragon breaks the glass.

The dragon is left behind,  thankfully, but the ship slips into an even harder dive.

A rock clips him in the head, and he falls through the broken viewpoint.

Just before he hits the ground, he feels something slow his fall. 

See, he is the lucky drunk. Without that Feather Fall or whatever he would be having a very bad time.

He looks around. 

He is very, very lucky. 

He is currently on a river bank. 

Surrounding him are chunks of burning and smouldering ship. 

In front of him is Shadowheart, out cold. 

Further ahead is a rise in the land that he could climb to get a better view of his surroundings.

The problem with being the lucky drunk is all the other people who are the unlucky sober.

He whaps Shadowheart with the Wand of Cure Light Wounds.

She wakes with a start. "You're alive.  -- I'm alive. I didn't think that was possible."

"Yeah, that tends to happen."

"Well, it's better than the alternative."

"I'm going to hike up the hill and check for problems and then maybe when I get back we can work on getting me less confused!"

"I'll come with you.  We will want to find shelter, and even more we'll want to find a healer. These tadpoles will be a death sentence if we can't find anyone."

He walks up the hill. "So what is up with the tadpole situation?"

"In a few days, we will turn into a mind flayer. I can't speak from experience, but I can't imagine it will be pleasant."

"Mind flayers are those squid things?"

"You are from a different plane, aren't you? Yes, those 'squid things' are mind flayers."

"I'm from Golarion."

(Shadowheart will hear this as "the Cage.")

"I'm glad you got out then. You're in Toril now." He hears this as 'Cradle.'

"Hey! I like my home planet! I grew up there."

"I'm assuming it was named Cage for a reason."