They had sailed for a week on the rough sea, battered by the raging waves and frozen by the strong winds. The men were tired and one of the boats was lost, her crew swallowed by the dark gray waters.
Squinting, the chief tried to make out the coastline through the wall of pouring rain. They should be close now, and with this dreadful weather, chances were they would make it ashore unnoticed. That was good. The warriors could set camp and rest safely in the dry caves for the night, in a secluded spot he’d luckily stumbled upon on his reconnaissance trip. Nobody would find them there.
He grinned, thanking Odin[i] for his help. Months of preparation were coming to an end, and everything was going according to plan. Tomorrow, they would launch the final phase. Tomorrow, all this should be his...
[i]Norse supreme creator God, God of wisdom, war, arts, culture, and the dead.