Scraggly beard, and unkempt hair, he was almost more beast than man, but his silver was as good as any others, even if the coins were all tarnished and filthy. I imagined the ship’s captain calling his crew together to explain their mission.
I watched the energy rise from the periphery because I was both hungover and struck by the story but from a completely different angle. Coming aboard at the last moment, this grizzled old man. Back and forth the argument would go like a tennis match being played at warp speed. Only one of the crew seemed happy with the whole ordeal. Regardless, they stank and were all red-faced and grumbling about being huddled together in such close quarters. The Sax had all turned green with seasickness or blue with cold, it was hard to tell if the Njords were covered in vomit from drink or the same seasickness that afflicted the Sax. As much as the Captain loved it, and the crew pressed forward, many of the passengers were less than enthused. He treated this storm as a gift from Thor and Njord to test him and his beloved Skua, and he relished it. Sometimes he would break and let out a laugh with a joyous roar. 36 hours, now he had manned the tiller, stoic against the driving rain. As high as 5 men, the waves tossed the Skua, rocking her back and forth, to and fro. With the clouds came the rain, and with the rain came the cold, and with the cold came the wind, and with the wind came the waves. The stormy skies came over the horizon on that 6th morning, great red clouds in the West fortold what was to come. The first 5 days had been pleasant enough, but these last two had been rough. The 50-odd passengers set sail a week ago, and some of them looked the worse for it. He knew her and what she could take, riding down the waves, and slicing her up through them. The brave and sure Sea Captain guided the Skua through the waves. A new land to conquer and call their own, promise of adventure and riches untold. Many had lost their lives making the crossing, but many had also made their wealth, braving the great expanse. White froth capped each wave like snow atop mountains. Seaspray blinded the mighty mate at the bow, squinting out over the endless water.
The Skua pressed forward, her sails swollen with the wind, her prow cutting against the rough sea, on this, her maiden voyage across the Atlant.
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