This place is inherently risky. Local maps show shipwrecks wrapping the entirety of the islands’ coastline. West wind from the Roaring Forties spits down into the Furious Fifties: the world’s most vicious sea. Exactly where we are headed, to a group of islands in the middle of it all, suiting up from head to toe. Entering the ring with the bastard that took centuries of mariners’ lives.
