The cold waves crashed against the boat, bobbing it up and down, and side to side. Kurg went up on the deck and looked down at the waves.
He heard footsteps of the wooden floor slowly approaching him.
"Kurg," He put his hand on his back, "What are you doing out here?"
"Morv," He fixed his posture and looked at him, "I could ask you the same."
Morv grinned as he looked at the other ships.
"2000 men in this batch of volunteering soldiers, 25,000 more spread across our land in the Frank region - Morden Day France - yet I hear the King is pulling 200 more knights and housecarls each."
"So we are going to collect the handsome reward then huh?"
"We're going to die," He looked at Kurg, "Too late to back out now."
"What do you mean?"
"What kind of threat requires so much manpower? Face it, we are going to be meat shields."
Kurg spat in the ocean and looked ahead too see the shores of Flanders, then he looked back at Morv.
"Your not thinking of desertion are you?"
"No, well maybe. Either way I'm never seeing England again."
"That shit hole?!" A Berg laughed out as he walked closer, "I hope I never see that country."
Kurg looked back, "Burg! You nervous?" He looked at his beefy friend.
"Nah, just excited. you know I never left the village before."
Morv replied, "None of us had, it's medieval England. And anyways, why do you hate it so much, its not the 2000s yet."
"You know," He brushed Morv off as he too walked to the edge.
Kurg sighed as he glanced at the ever-growing land.
Burg looked at it as well, "40 minutes or so till we port?"
"Yep."
"Sadly," Morv coughed, "Sadly."
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The Black Death
AdventureA legend in Medieval England said to be so violent he earned the nickname of The Black Death, named after a devastating plague. A plague that left the opportunity for Queen Agnes to take over a weakened Europe. A weakened England and France. Her onl...
