Ulrich Franksson, Jarl of Denmark and Squire of Rerik woke up by the sound of a dozen horns roaring at the seaside...
"finally we go off-shore again.. and denmark will arise" he thought and got up quickly.
Hurried he took his bundle and buckled his old round shied.
Leaving the door he grabbed the brand new viking axe he bought even a few days before.
She glitterd in the golden morning sun and he could not await to smash her razor-sharp blade into a helpless monks head.
"I have to get her a name quickly." he said to himself and could not opress a little smile.
Arriving to the beach he saw all the other danish hersirs hurry to get to their longboats as orderd by their konungr. Rumor were going around that other nordic nations had gathered too and got onto their ships heading to the south...
As a count he had to monitor the stowing of huscarl bragis boat and kept sharp lookout for him.

Reckognizing the muslim who lived belong to all the other danish vikings he shouted.
"Heisan Cadrim Ibn Rogar if youre coming with us you must have sea legs haven't you?"

Slowly the warriors gathered in front of the largest longboat awaiting their king to have a speech to everybody.