And so, none of the RedClaw Pirates knew what waited ahead north. They could only hope it wasn’t far, and that the Unforgiven Swords weren’t going to find them. Macabre stared the lonely sea and the red horizon from the front parto f the deck. His niece came later. Karen: How are you, uncle Macabre? Macabre: My chest hurts, but I can survive. Luckily it was only a simple wound... Unlike what happened to Naishi. Karen: He can survive too... if we find a real doctor soon. Macabre: And how are you, Karen? Karen: Well... Macabre: Calm down, I need to sit. Sit next to me, Karen. Freel: But they were! .