Sailing away from the buggy ale and having received the confirmation about the ships of the Maroon King approaching, the pirates had no other option but to construct another wind jar with blood.
Serenica did not much like the idea, but she had to play along.
This time, there was no demonic possession, but the temperature dropped again and Serenica got chills all over her body. Ben the Talker, who had tagged along to see if he would be any good on a real pirate ship, said that he saw something, but he was of the easily influenced, imaginative type.
Serenica liked Ben, she liked that he was a nervous talker.
They sailed full speed towards the spot they were supposed to go to in order to meet with the Admiral.
Serenica did not see a sign of eastern ships, which was bad in itself. They had probably made their way to the area just outside the harbor of the capital.
