... The night wind howling hysterically, passing all his anger and hatred sail, leading a lonely Drakkar to the cherished dream. Vast dark bowels of the ocean mingled with the boundless sky in a single unit, complete with sparkling stars and whitish foam. Periodically, waves tend to rise to the next level, trying to touch the clouds covered the moon. The ship slowly moved forward, and the hearts of the brave warriors fought tirelessly in unison, waiting for a miracle: as soon as possible to find an island to the west of Iceland, despite the fact that time was running out. Approaching harsh winter …
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