"Sailing is sailing, the only difference is the size of the boat." he reasons, remembering Floki's wisdom more times than not as of late. Sometimes, it was almost as if he was there, sitting on a large rock, talking in his riddles as the boatbuilder always did.

Ubbe can smell the incoming storm. He looks behind them at the dark grey clouds, but something was more ominous about them than the usual rain clouds that moved in off the mountains. These ones were coming in off the sea, which in his experience, wasn't good.

"Would you like to learn?" The question is asked sincerely. "I have never met a girl who wanted to but I could teach you."