A Goodly While

Aye, the seas are sludge & sledge, the floes be broad & veritably insurpassable, lads, & the chill of the air be such that me hook found not the warmth it needs for spinnin' the yarn, as they say. Aye, many a moon I've spent in Northern waters, assailing Vikings, casting various missiles at Hjort & his brethren & kin. More shall I report, but lads, lest ye worry, yer cap'n be true.