A close- up on the weathered face of Erik Bloodaxe, captain of the longship, the Serpent's Maw. Salty wind whips at his beard, braided with red beads that clack against each other like tiny bones. Deep furrows etch themselves around his ice- blue eyes, which are squinted against the sun, a single burning scar bisecting his right eyebrow. His lips are pressed into a thin line, a testament to his unwavering focus. Spray from the crashing waves momentarily obscures the lower half of his face, revealing a intricate raven tattoo peeking out from beneath his sealskin jerkin. In the distance, the hazy outline of an uncharted coastline rises from the misty horizon
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