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Post by Frida Thomassen on Nov 2, 2012 18:49:22 GMT -5
Frida was still searching for goods to take back to her queen. She boarded the ship and set sail for god knows where. Before she knew it, the water was starting to have icy patches. She could see remains of boats on ice and a few bones where the captains had been good and gone down with the ship. Frida admired them. She yelled something towards the captain about the crew freezing in this weather.
She wandered down to her bunk, grabbing a fur pelt from her bed and wrapping it around her shoulders. It was far too cold and her uniform was far too thin.
She walked back above deck, scanning the horizon. There was ice everywhere. Snow drifted around her. Maybe if they kept on, they could find a foreign treasure. But Frida didn't want to brave that. "Turn this fucking ship around!" She snapped at the lad steering the ship. He would ignore her. She grumbled something under her breath and went to coordinate the crewmates.
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