What he wanted to do was explore, but his heart yearned to do that by travelling the sea. It seemed to be the only connection he had with his homeworld. No one knew his culture or his gods. No one knew of his father or even of his brothers. Some nights he dreams of battle, of hearing the horn as their longships docked on the beaches and the raids began.

"I do not know if it can be considered a trade here, but I keep myself busy with building my boat."

Maybe there was some land yet to be discovered. He planned to find out.

"I am headed back to the sea once I pick up a few more things."