Decided to have fun writing a story bit. Enjoy
The ship sliced through the waves with a honed edge. One moment rising with the sea, the next diving. Each return to the sea shook them, but the ash keel refused to be broken. That didn't mean much for Hrafen. He knew the ship was built strongly, he helped put it together, but his belly lurched with the crashing of the waves on the beams.
Three days. Three days since last he saw the last rocks of his home dip below the Horizon; Three days of nothing but old fish, hard bread, and stale beer; three days spent rowing and tacking into a west wind. A three day voyage he was told would only take a day and a night.
Hrafen spared a sidelong glance to their leader, his shadowed face was fixed on the horizon, eyes keen for some sign. Hrafen’s mind churned in apprehension. He had joined on for the promise of glory and easy riches. Glory he cared little about, what glory ought a carpenter’s son expect? No, all the glory would go to the jarls. But easy riches could fill a mans stomach with meat, could keep a hearth burning, and could give his dear Kelda the fine broaches and bands she deserved. More and more, however, he felt as though he would return empty handed, forced to abandon this raid because Njorđr would not grant them favorable seas.
The sound of flapping wings broke his gloomy thoughts, and he looked up to spy a pair of black birds, his name sake, circling their small fleet of three ships. He gazed in awe as they flew with grace, working the breeze with more ease than their ships ever could. He followed their flight as best he could while rowing, watching on as they flew. Before long they needed a rest, and they alighted upon the spars of his ship.
Instantly the headwind that had been resisting their travels calmed, and everyone took notice, even their shadow-faced leader took pause, his solitary eye fixing on the birds as the world itself seemed to come to a halt. In the silence he heard the ravens croak thrice before once again taking to the air. The wind too resumed, this time as a strong easterly gale. A loud cheer rose up from every man as the oars were hauled in, and the canvases let out to catch the favorable wind.
Hrafen took heart from this favorable omen, surely a sign from Ođinn that they would conquer this day. It was not long before he could once again see a shore; a wide beach, and a lone building with nary a wall to keep his party out.