350 CCCL. Any Suspects?

Freydis, Gridd, and Karl were immersed in a deep sleep, made such by the stability of the vessel, on which the swell was practically imperceptible.

Master Kjell was awake, but he lay on his bench, contemplating the view around him, while Egill and Sander sat in the bow, side by side.

"Good morning..." Dag said in a low voice, intent on not waking the crew members who were still sleeping.

"Hello, Dag. Master Sander and I were wondering how long it'll take to get to our destination. We left the shores of Runar more than 24 hours ago, but we still don't see anything on the horizon" Egill said, who despite his experience on the battlefield, was not a very experienced sailor.

"Look up, in the sky" Dag replied, inviting his interlocutors to look at each other, while Reidar was also listening to the conversation, sitting a few feet away from them.

"What should I see? There's nothing but a few clouds" Sander said, continuing to keep his head up.