Crask slumped at the side of the cave, on a rock face which bordered the opening. Looking up, he saw Boris approaching him, seeming apologetic...Crask wasn't really sure, sitting silently, staring vaguely into space. Quietly watching the forest far below. He turned to face Boris, "Why are you here...." he finished trailing off weakly. Lifting his hand, he slowly felt his neckline, where the fur was damp with blood from the knife. He felt pain, but no anger...only a deep sadness. He no longer had a purpose...save to protect Jack, but there was no need for him really, how could he possibly hold of an entire bloodthirsty town...he couldn't even defeat the pirate on his own.