Cold. Dark. Empty.
The cold ocean breeze never seemed to bother Ivar, son of Asbjarnar. After all, he was a Vikingr, a pirate of this northern sea. This night was no different. Just a normal raid.
"Almost there, men." The captain of the longboat uttered, seemingly under his breath, but loud enough for the crew to hear.
Birgir, son of Bjorn. The greatest among the men on this boat. He was chosen to command this raid because of his leadership capabilities. He was a good leader, but he wasn't a good leader. He lacked people skills.
"Just 104 more kilometers" Birgir said, seemingly happy with the progress they made.
The crew let out a collective groan. Just under 6 hours left, Ivar thought to himself. He was beginning to be annoyed. His fellow Vikings singing the same songs, the mead running low, the captain's attitude and being surrounded by nothing but the darkness of the North Sea at night was driving him mad.
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Northern Passion
Historical FictionA Viking warrior's heart is captured by the woman he should be defeating, a lady of the Anglo-Saxons. As he lays eyes on her, his blood burns as his heart races, feeling an emotion never before known to him. As the two are brought together in unexpe...
