The clan of Goro stood above the deceased Yokai, an Oni as the men of Oyashima called him, but Burk was just an innocent foreigner, felled by the highly strict ritual code of the men of Aeldin. The body of the Gobbo was rugged into cloth, and thrown down as the overbearing weight propelled it all the way to the bottom of the Swampy lands.
That night, amidst a bad storm that struck the boat and made it swing from side to side, the young Samurai lord of Goro looked overboard, and contemplated on their actions, and the land that they had arrived to. He thought of honor, spilling blood, and the many wars that had scarred the men of Oyashima into an unrelenting hate for the Oni.
In the end, he stopped thinking, drank some Sake he had saved under the upper floorboards of the boat, and shared it with some of his companions, and got absolutely shit-faced until his thoughts were like tears in the rain.