Troll
The broad details have not changed.
You will be compensated with five pounds of gold.
I will only pay you in exchange for his dead body.
His ship and cargo are yours to do with as you please.{You can do whatever you want with their ship, and their cargo.}
Just kill Thors.
Go ahead, boy!
My turn next!
Thors, eh?
I've heard tell of this "Troll of Jom."
You really want us to kill him? I thought he was a big hero to you folks.
If he were a hero, I wouldn't have told you to kill him.
{He broke military law.}He has flagrantly flouted the precepts of our band.
He deserted in the face of the enemy.
Orders to have him executed were issued 15 years ago.
I knew you folks were picky about your laws and all, but 15 years? My goodness.
Thanks.
Er, I mean—
Hey, if you're gonna pay us, sure, yes, we'll take on the job.
The only thing is...
Usually when a group sentences one of their own to death, y'know, they carry out the execution.
You went to Iceland to find him, didn't you?
Why didn't you just gut him on the spot?
This Christian monk is dead.
It's no business of yours.
I suggest you avoid asking stupid questions, for your own sake.
Well, all right.
Another five pounds of gold up front.
Then we'll do your dirty work.
You think you have the upper hand on me. You must be confident in yourself.
Whoops. Sorry 'bout that, boss!
Slipped clean outta my hand! Anyone hurt in there?
Hey! Be careful out there!
You scamps almost hit me!
You klutz!
One drink too many, eh, Bjorn?
As I was saying, another five pounds of gold up front.
Are we in agreement?{You accept?}
All right.
You're a man among men! See ya later!
Oh, I forgot to ask.
What kind of warrior is this Thors, anyhow?
Identifying features, fighting style...
Thors is no longer a warrior.
All right, that's enough booze, lads!
We've got work to do.
Nice spearwork, Bjorn.
Piece of cake.
Boy, the look on Floki's face...
Wish I could've seen it.
So they're more than just talk.
{OP}
In order to survive, it's sink or swim
They've always said it's a dog eat dog world
What went wrong?
Survival of the fittest, the strong eat the weak
If it's the world that our wisdom will lead
Then tell me what went wrong
What went wrong?
I've paid my dues, I've sold my soul
So tell me what is left for me
When I've given up everything
So, what was I envisioning?
No matter how picturesque it was,
I never felt anything
You see, even if I reassessed my outlook
I was only longing for that scenery
I'm probably emotionless
I wonder what was I envisioning?
But no matter how picturesque it was,
I never felt anything
You see, even if I reassessed my outlook
I was only longing for that scenery
I'm probably emotionless
Is this world so far torn from the truth?
To maintain a balance between good and evil
Is it just kill or be killed?
Is the world so simplistic?
Could someone please try and fucking tell me?
{Part A}
The time has come for Ari, son of Geitr, to stand up and be a man!
I know. Don't say it. It will not be an easy voyage.
There's no guarantee that even a warrior of my stature will come home unharmed.{There's no guarantee that I won't be injured in battle.}
But return I shall!
And I will bring you a beautiful necklace plundered from England!{I'll return with a necklace I seized from England as a gift to you.}
Umm, can I go back to sleep now?
And when I do, will you...
M-M-Marry...
Ari!
I packed you a lunch!
You nearly forgot it.
Mom?
When are you going to get your mind straight, you silly boy?
There's plenty of salted herring, so be sure to share with the others.{Make sure you share the salted herring with everyone else.}
Okay, Ma! Can you step aside for a sec?
How can you speak to your own mother that way?!
I'll finish what I was saying when I get back. Promise you'll wait for me, Ylva!
What's gotten into ya?
Oh, right, they leave today.
Well, I hope he doesn't get himself killed.
Ylva!
D-Do you have a minute?
Hand on, I'm first!
Hey, Ylva!
Could you try someone else?
And remember to bathe yourself on Saturday, my son.
I know, Mama.
I swear on my father's ax!
I will bring home a giant barrel full of gold coins!
Look at our boys, ready for battle!
I dunno... Only five? I don't think that's enough.
Well, Thors said five's plenty.
He would know, so if he says so...
But that's barely enough for sailing two ships.
It's Thors we're talking about. {I'm sure he has a reason.}Who are we to question him?
Hey. The hell were you talking about with Ylva?
Can it, loser. You keep your grubby mits off her.{Shut up, you jackass. You stay away from her.}
Better watch your back on the battlefield.
Speak for yourself. I've got eyes in the back of my head.
Ari!
What?
Be careful out there.
Sure.
You didn't finish.
What did you say?
This way.
Miss.
Worried about Ari?
Want me to let you in on a little secret?
What? They're not going to battle?
Keep it a secret!
We'll swing by Norway on the way to Jomsborg.
Thors is planning to leave the youngsters behind when we land.
Thors is going to hire some sailors in Norway to {make it}help him get to Jomsborg.
I'm friends with the previous King of Norway.
I have a lot of influence there.
As soon as I'm done with my business,
I'll bring the lads back with me.
Five men is the most I can bring back on my run-down ship.
He won't bring anyone to the battlefield.
That's the kind of person that Thors is.
Thorfinn!
Hey! Where are you?!
Thorfinn!
Um... Mister Leif?
Does that mean Thors is going into battle alone?
Man the oars!
Aye!
What kind of oar is that?
I can't believe that Thorfinn. How can he miss seeing his own father off?
I bet he's still angry over that scolding yesterday.
Helga!
Yes?
Tell Thorfinn that...
Well, er...
That...
I know. I'll tell him.
Thanks.{I'm counting on you.}
All right! Row!
Wh-What preposterous strength!
Don't just sit there, you idiots!
Row, row!
Good luck!
Bring me something nice!
See you!
Hoist sail!
My hands are torn to shreds.
My arse. My arse...
C'mon, on your feet.
Take the rudder for me, Ari.
Mord, Magni, adjust the sail. Hakon and Grim, the cross beams.{Mord and Magni, adjust the mainsheet. Hakon and Grim, take the jib sheet.}
Are you tired?
N-Not at all...
Don't worry. We won't need to row any more for a while.
We've reached the current, so the ship will travel on its own for now.
Does that mean we can't go back anymore, Father?
I suppose it does.
"Father"?
Thor—
Thorfinn? What in the world?!
Just a second!
Just in time...
Why you little imp—
Father!
It's the sea!
There's something off about this job, if you ask me.
Why's that?
It's Floki. He's hiding too much.{Floki is hiding too many secrets.}
He was lying when he said Thors had been ordered dead.{He's lying about the execution order for Thors.}
That much is certain.
Then why?
It's an assassination.
Could be out of spite or something. But I make this as Floki's own scheme.
Who cares?
It doesn't change the fact that you'll get paid for killing him.
Why do you suppose he doesn't have his own men do the dirty work?
Because he doesn't want to soil his own hands defying official orders?{Because that'd be going against orders. He'd get his hands dirty.}
Well, that could be true.
But I wonder if he was more afraid of potential losses?{What if he's afraid of a loss?}
So many, in fact, that he could not hide his miserable failure from the cheif.{A loss so large that he won't be able to explain it to his boss.}
An entire team of Jomsvikings?
Just to get one washed-up warrior? You're joking.
{Hey. Come down from there, kid.}Hey! Get down here, you mischevious runt!
I want to get a look at this guy.
This "Troll of Jom."
I hope he's a fun guy.
Can't even see the stars. Hell, can't even see anything.
How do we know which way we're going?
Thors!
Wind's shifted. Tilt a bit starboard.
We'll take the lead. Just follow.
Got it.
Incredible.
How can Leif sail through the sea like this without getting lost?
Ari.
Don't stare too hard into the night sea.
It'll pull you in.
So, Thors.
What's it like on the battlefield?
I heard you fought in a lot of battles.
Tell us some stories.
I'm hoping to lop off some enemy captain's head and become a man
I see.
My daughter does have a thing for strong men.
You have a tough fight ahead of you.
Well, what can I say?
Nothing gets by you, does it?
Are you in love with Ylva, Ari?
Yeah, I like her. She's cute.
She was born when I was still with the Jomsvikings.
She's my firstborn child.
Gods, it's a noisy thing.
Do all babies screech so hideously?
Master Thors, you musn't hold her that way!
The head! Support her head!
Give me a son next, Helga.
The cheif wants a boy.
My wife Helga was the cheif's daughter.
It was a difficult birth. She looked pale.
Thors.
Give her a name.
Pick something out.
I'm busy.
We must venture to Norway.
The ship is ready, Thors.
Okay. I'm coming.
Thors.
Give this child a name.
We've been together for fifteen years since,
and it's still the only time I've ever seen her angry.
Ylva was my mother's name.
It was the first thing to come to mind.
Now that I think about it, that's when it started.
Ever since, I've been afraid of battle.
That's why I ran away.
My old comrades cursed my name, I'm sure.
Land ahoy! The Faroes are just ahead!
Father! Father!
Is this England? Did we make it to England?
Not even close!
These are the Faroe Islands.
Smack-dab in the middle between Iceland and Norway.
Our journey will be much easier if we catch our breath here for a bit.
There's a village within the inlet yonder.
We can fill up on water there. They'll trade supplies with us too.
Did you think you'd be going with us all the way to England?{Are you planning to come along, all the way to England?}
Yeah.
Prepare to man the oars!
Come on, put some elbow grease into it
If only we didn't have to do this part!
My poor, poor arse!
What's the matter, Leif?
Something's not right.
What is?
That's a good question.
But something's different from the last time I was here.
That's it. The houses.
There are fewer than last time.
Let's turn back, Leif. I have a bad feeling about this.
The terrain's bad too.
What? Are you serious?
Hey. They're turning around.
Are they onto us?
Not bad at all.
They're cautious. Could be tougher than they look.
We're closer than would be ideal, but no matter.
I don't care if the ships get damaged. Do it.
The inlet's blocked...
How's that?
Perfect. They're trapped like rats.
Thors! Everyone all right over there?
Anyone hurt?!
N-No.
Somehow.
They will fire arrows! Cover your head with your shields!
Any damage over there, Leif?
We're fine! The ship and everyone's okay!
They're coming.
The real trap is within the inlet.{Whoever's behind this trap is in the back of the cove.}
Within?
Pirates?
Are these support beams from houses?
We're entirely trapped.
They got us.
M-Maybe if we surrender, they'll let us live.
How are we supposed to know?!
Like hell they would!
If they catch us, they'll sell us at the slave market. Get ready.
Easy as pie.
There's only two ships.
Stop, Ari.
They're veterans.
These aren't some farmers playing pirates over the summmer for some extra cash.
They're far beyond your level.
F-Father...
Thors?
Thorfinn.
Only use it to protect yourself.
Got that?
Only when it's absolutely necessary!
S-So we're gonna fight, huh? We're gonna fight them, aren't we?
I-I'm ready! I'll kill 'em all!
Don't speak of "killing" that way.
Bjorn! Was that mushroom what I think it—
One, two, three...
Eleven, twelve...
And one kid?
Really? That's it?
Hey, Askeladd!
Can you let me handle them?
It wouldn't be fun if all of us went after them at once.
I'll go see what this "Troll of Jom" is made of.
Go ahead. Seems like he has the same idea.
What?
What?!
S-Son of a...
Wh-Who do you think you are?!
Where th' fuck did you come from?!
Brother!
He's good.
Take this!
Not bad...
Troll of Jom.
{ED - I hope no one watched my Ballroom release :^)}
It’s just like a burning torch in the storm
Like a little flower blooming in the home
Bear a strong, unwavering volition
As long as you still show some kindness
A misty moon
I’m missing you
Lap up the sprawling scenery
As the beat of your heart runs free
Listen to me, sail away again, again
I pray you light the way through uncharted seas
The voices of those behind you are torn towards the unknown world
Unfurl your sails, you're not alone
So brave the stormy seas
Face that darkness