Prince Úlfric listened carefully to Old Ben, even taking note of the wiseman's facial expressions while Úlfric himself remained emotionless, simply contemplating his own mistake in assuming that the old man was a dragon hunter. He still suspected that Benjamin Crux may have been a test from the gods, perhaps even the Allfather himself disguised as a wizard. Such was the úlfhédinn's mentality, as Ben extended his arm for a handshake. Úlfric would smile, instead cupping his own hand behind the large man's elbow, pulling him in closer whilst giving him a friendly hug with his other arm. He patted the old man twice on the back before pulling away, still holding his mug without spilling it. He then took another swig of mead, listening to the old man's introduction while looking back at the high seas.
"Jag är inte särskilt säker på om vad du tittar på är vad you claim it might be." Úlfric wasn't able to understand the last part of what Ben had said, as the wizard's potion slowly began to wear off. But it didn't matter now, as Úlfric was already comfortable with having the wiseman at his camp. He took yet another swig before heading back towards the dimly lit fire, which had all but burned out. He left the old man to either follow him or carry on his own path, but he was hoping Ben would stay and guide his crew back into the right direction.
As he approached the campfire, Úlfric looked at the old veteran. Not at Old Ben, but at Hürgor, the archer, who looked back at him with one eye open beneath a large skinned wolfhead.
"There are ghosts tonight." the linguist would whisper to his commander in chief. Úlfric's presence reassured the expert bowman that the wizard was indeed a friend, not just a conjurer of dark tricks. But the spirits of the high seas were closing in quickly now, giving the old man something else for which to be concerned.
"Ey," Úlfric responded, pausing to look at the wisps as they neared closer. He was fairly certain they wouldn't be able to leave the water, or reach his encampments up on the bank, for their souls were bound to the abyss and their bodies rest on the bed of the sea.
"I don't think-" Suddenly, he heard a strange sound. Hürgor and and another ulfhedinn started to move. Úlfric made a gesture for everyone to stop.
"It's just thunder," Úlfric said in quiet hope. There was still a light thunderstorm making echoing noises in the distance afterall, so it wasn't entirely implausible.
Just then, they heard another sound, this time continuous as it got closer and louder than before. Úlfric stopped and turned to look at Edgtho, the 15-year-old boy who he had spoken to earlier. But he was gone. Edgtho had disappeared as soon as he got off the ship without much notice from anyone, and Úlfric smirked, knowing exactly where he had run off to. The prince walked up the beach to the tallest tree, where Edgtho was running from. The boy was pointing at the orbs in the water, simultaneously running at the same time.
"There's a ship!" Edgtho yelled down the beach, and soon most of the vikings were sitting up, looking for their weapons. Some of them woke up, looked down at their mugs, and started drinking again. Still others kept snoring, as if nothing was even happening.
Úlfric himself was beginning to feel the effects of the mead. He really wasn't looking forward to an encounter with another ship, but he wasn't exactly surprised to see one.
"What kind?" Úlfric asked with concern.
"Not sure, maybe Roman!" Edgtho answered as he ran up to Úlfric and walked beside him back to the camp.
"Heh, I'd rather prefer some ghosts," Úlfric smiled. As they neared upon a tent, Edgtho picked up a war hammer, but Úlfric stopped him from sounding the gong. Instead, he motioned for the young lad to go wake up everyone else.
"Move quickly, be silent" Úlfric told him, patting him on the back while handing him a silver coin. Immediately, Edgtho took off running again.
As Úlfric walked back over to Hürgor, he noticed that the old archer was already prepared. Not for an all-out war, but to move quickly, as a great many of the ulfhednar were simply not ready for battle. Úlfric and Hürgor, checking to see if Old Ben was still with them, then began walking over to the posts where they kept their horses ready for quick travel. It was only meant to be a temporary encampment, anyway, as the vikings would soon find treasure and set sail again into the high seas on a mission from their king.
The ship's drumroll had become even more recognizable now as the vikings abandoned their camps and slipped off into the shadowy forest under the cover of darkness, the only place that was utterly pitch black, leaving their campfire behind as a distraction. They weren't exactly sure what lay hidden in the trees, so they were content not to venture too far. Some of the ulfhednar were carrying boxes or heavy jugs, which they carried up to the large wooden barrels they had hidden behind the treeline. Others were carrying weapons and supplies, while Úlfric and a select group of others rode their clydesdales into the forest on an attempt to survey the immediately area. The vikings had just landed on this island, and they still had no idea where they were.