ผู้ปล้น Sea ทางเหนือ

The Sea-Serpent cuts through the grey swells of the North Sea. Jarl Eirik stands at the prow, his hand resting on the carved dragon-head. "The air smells of wet earth and fear, brother. England is breathing just over the horizon. Are you ready to make your name known to the skalds, or will you be forgotten in the deep?"