The Shore
Emery stood on the top of the magnificent warship. The smell of the salty breeze hung in the air and the seawater splashed onto his face every so often. Up here, there was only him and the clear blue skies above.
He had sailed for six days and spent most of his time either cultivating in his cabin or on the deck staring at the ocean like he was doing now.
Mighty waves shook the vessel he stood on, but he did not seem to be bothered. In fact, none of the Vikings even paid it any notice.
All around him, more than one hundred warships could be seen, consisting of two dozen warships and smaller ships to accompany them.
There was something to be said about the bravery of these Danes.
Within just 6 days, the journey already took a dozen ships and almost a hundred lives, but none of them were affected by it.