for Citra >:3

[storradr]

It was a fairly nondescript, balmy, late fall day in Kattegat. Although the weather was calm, the sky was grey, threatening snow. The long, narrow fjord that led from the sea to the docks of Kattegat meant that the pirate ship was spotted long before it was close. In Norway, however, they were simply considered traders. Scandinavia was one of the few places they could readily offload their stolen goods, so their presence was nothing unusual.

As Earl, Ragnar hovered close by the docks, axe at his side. Although the pirates were welcome, they were still pirates.