Viking Quest Page #5

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I take care of myself.

What do you think, Erick?

Shall we throw this good-for-nothing overboard?

I would want to tell Greylock

we drowned his bare cub!

Enough talk or I throw

you both over board!

Who is Potan the bear now?!

Come on!

Move it!

We lost sight of the Star in the North.

The sail is full of the south wind.

We're heading in the right direction.

Then all is well.

Maybe not.

There's a big storm coming.

You know this about?

I study storms.

What reason?

To capture the heat of Thor's lightning.

Seriously?

Yes, seriously!

You think I'm a fool?

If that was what I thought,

I wouldn't be on this journey.

I was a young child when I saw the serpent.

We were fishing and...

a fierce storm overtook us.

When the wind died,

we could see the island of the Volsung.

It breached, right before the boat...

Jormungand, son of Loki.

What did you do?

Greylock hit him with an oar

and it disappeared beneath the waves.

A whale becomes a serpent in the eyes of a child.

And another legend is born.

The storm will be here soon.

Welcome, Princess Tasya,

daughter of King Orn

of the Barok clan.

I hope your journey was not too uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable?

You attacked my people

and abducted me on my wedding day.

Unfortunately,

the Gods have only blessed me with sons...

And my sister, Astrid, died

an unfortunate death.

That's why you were chosen.

To serve our kingdom.

I don't care

what I was chosen for.

I would rather die than serve you.

You won't be serving me, Tasya.

You will be serving everyone.

Including your own people.

I don't understand.

It's simple.

I'm in need of a daughter to

be sacrificed to the great Jormungand,

son of Loki,

Father of the Serpent world.

You are my choice.

Just as my ancestors chose before me.

I'm not your daughter!

No... you are not.

But for the sake of the Midgard world,

and for all human kind, I hope...

you will do.

My people will come looking for me.

Take the princess to her room.

And see that she

is bathed and fed.

I'll slit her throat

if you don't release me.

If this is how you choose

to behave then

you will spend your stay in the dungeon.

Until the day of the sacrifice.

Stop her, guards!

She is going to escape!

You have nowhere to go.

Accept your fate.

Attach the sail!

Pull in the oars!

Hold on!

How far to the island?

Right ahead! We are close!

Too close!

Those rocks will tear us apart!

We must jump, move it!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

How long have you been here?

I lost counting the days

a long time ago.

You're a pretty thing.

What did you do to offend the king?

Nothing.

Apparently I'm to be sacrificed to

the Midgard serpent at noon today.

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