Captain Mikkonen

Prologue Short Story
Johan shook his head in disbelief at Captain Mikkonen, who stood at the bow of the ship-a jug of mead in one hand and trident in the other. Laughing maniacally into the storm, only periodically turning to the crew to shout for more speed. Johan hoped that Kungarket was a nice place, because he planned on getting off this madman’s ship as soon as possible.

A huge wave crashes down over the ship, miraculously no one is thrown overboard.

“We are chosen by the gods to forge the path as the vanguard and set fire to the sea!” Captain Mikkonen screams with a maniacal laugh, seemingly unphased as the waves crash over him, the wind whipping his cloak behind him. The crew begins to sing a shanty, inspired by their fearless leader.

Drink! Drink!

Fetch me another!

Drink! Drink!

And one for my brother!

Drink! Drink!

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