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    With the ships secured together off the coast of the island, a rather small vessel can be seen upon the beach, having arrived unnoticed in the night. Her flat-bottomed hull is made of dark cherry, lacquered shiny and smooth, and her bow curves upward. Her figurehead is a large bronze-plated dragon with ivory eyes. The dragon’s tail snakes down the side of the hull, undulating so as to rise above and below the waterline. A pale canvas covers her stern. Her sails have been secured on her three masts, and she is tied to several trees of the jungle lining the beach.

     

    Looking through the eyepiece, one can make out writing on her side and her stern. It is the pictographic writing of the orient. Several footprints lead from the vessel across the beach and into the jungle. The vessel seems empty, her crew obviously oblivious to the vessels secured off shore.

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    OK! I'll join in!

     

    The Norwegian schooner "Vanja the Gold" makes good time en route from an

    "exploration" mission to Newfoundland. Her Captain, Njyk Thorborg stands at the helm as the North Atlantic

    breeze freezes to his long blonde mustache. His furs wrapped tightly about his shoulders, he squints harshly into the gail as the Vanja tacks wildly against the wind. Long flowing blond hair flaps from under his leathern cap.

     

    "Hold her steady. You'll bring the whole north sea into the hold!," He growls back to the helm. At the helm are the two brothers Gjurd and Gunnvor Hakon, both tightly gripping a side of the wheel.

     

    Njyk's officer Bjorn Dagfinn stands beside him, and the two exchange little talk as the they peer into the raging seas.

     

    From the crow's nest, Fridtjof Bjorgson shouts barely audible against the gale.

    "Kaptein! Ice! Starboard bow! Two furlongs!"

     

    Njyk turns back to the struggling Hakon bothers and shouts an order. "Bring the fine lady to port! Steer us south!"

     

    He looks back at Yngvar the Iceblood, his armory expert. Yngvar stands at the stern with a long flint knife, his shirt removed, and he is shaving. Yngvar pauses occassionally as the boat bobs in the raging seas. He whistles happily as he leisurely scrapes his face clean.

     

    Njyk turns forward, a grin on his face. He talks to Bjorn.

     

    "The valkyries of Odin will deliver us safe to the warm seas, and we'll work our way north to the homeland."

     

    The Vanja plungles south, ice hanging from her yardarms and bowspett. Njyk and Bjorn smile contentedly and breath the icy wind as they look forward.