Big Brother

Onii-chan

Freezing.....So horribly frozen and unlivable. To imagine, that we came all this way to be greeted by a cold wasteland. It's even colder then Norway, my home. For those months of cold living on these unstable boats we just found more frostbitten grounds. At least its somewhat fertile, and that's a plus, but I'm still disappointed.

Since me and my faithful crew have been cooped up in those awful ships for what almost seemed like forever, we are going to explore in hopes to restock supplies.

Some of my men were able to build a decent camp, so we are staying here for at least a few weeks. I'm glad. But I can't sleep. Not now. I'm not at peace with this land. Something is gnawing at my mind and I can't put my finger on it. I'm restless. I think I need to go for a walk, maybe the fresh air will do me good. No one will notice if I leave just for a little while.

I trudged through the powdery snow, my boots hiked up as tall as possible. I want to head back, but something was beckoning me. Something I knew I had to take care of.  

Broke loose of my thoughts when I heard something ruffling in the bushes. I quickly glance behind me. In the dark I see purple amethyst eyes staring back at me.  

"Hei....."  

"H.........H-halló...." The childish voice whispered out. It's obviously scared.  

"Er du helt alene?" 

"Útlendingur." He probably doesn't understand Norwegian. 

"Do you speak English?"  

"....Útlendingur...." It muttered. 

I bent down to it's eye level, trying to show it some sign of friendliness. I put my hand forward, in attempts to call him closer. He began inching toward me, and didn't look like he had company here.  

He takes one of my fingers with his small freezing hands, and lightly squeezed it. The strange boy was wearing a muddy brown parka that looks rather durable. His hair was a nice crisp white, bordering a light grey. After he was done with my hand he started leaning on my knees in a weird way.  

"Vil du at jeg skal hente deg?.....Do you want me to pick you up?" I know he wont understand, but I wanted to at least ask. 

"Whu aur yuu?"  

I ponder what to say next, I guess it doesn't really matter which name I used next. 

"Norway." 

"...Nuerwhay?" He struggled to pronounce it the same. 

"Call me big brother." I smiled. 

"Biug bror" I nodded slightly, telling him he said it right. He smiled back and uttered, "Up."

He clasped onto my thick coat while snuggling closer under my chin. He is probably super tired. 

"Jeg ringer deg island.....I'll call you....Iceland."

((LOL, Google Translate DON'T FAIL ME NOW!!!!!))