A full 7 days had passed since the 10 transport ships sailed out of the smoky harbor of City Titan.
"Damnit... I can't even feel my fucking fingers." Halig groaned, blowing hot air into his leather gloves.
He stomped his boots against the icy wooden deck of the flagship. "You promised me this was a holiday, Erik."
"Stop whining." Erik laughed, though his own breath came out as a white cloud.
He pulled his bear-fur cloak tighter around his shoulders. "Just think about the warm fires and the soft women waiting for us when we return to England."
Though Erik put on a brave and cocky face for his men, he was cursing the freezing weather himself.
The ocean water was so cold that a man who fell overboard would be dead in less than 3 minutes.
Small chunks of white ice were already floating in the dark water around them, bumping against the hulls of the ships.
