InsaneJournal

It was a distant memory. Being at the helm of a ship. And it washed over her like it wasn't so distant. It had been a completely different helm, a completely different kind of ship. The feeling was the same. The touch of the sun on her skin. The feel of the sea breeze on her face. It was pure heaven, they were things she had given up on, until she reached the other side of the gates of Valhalla.

Bryn had lain out the gangplank, had made sure that the hull was full to hear bursting with water and food. She left weapons and clothing to them. She didn't know what suited each person. She had even gathered a minimal crew, so the people she had recruited could enjoy themselves.

She sent out the text saying all was ready. All was good. And she simply stood and enjoyed the sunshine.