Molly roused from her slumber slowly, but was still too groggy to speak. She looked past Shane at the sky, and without a word, pointed up at a giant smokestack that climbed into the cloud-line. It wasn't coming from town, though. It rose up from the northwestern outskirts, where Shane's uncle owned a private lumber mill. It was hard to tell exactly where the smoke came from, but if it wasn't uncle Richardson's mill, then the pirates would have had to be burning through the forest at random.