~~~The Irish Sea outside of Dublin, March 3rd, 1026~~~

The waves rock the ship back and forth as it cuts through the waters towards Dublin. As the sailors walk across deck a skinny young lad hangs over the side of the ship looking ready to add to the seas churning brew. Finnagin never was a fan of open waters, but he is certainly glad that this nightmare of a journey is about to come to an end as they crew gets ready to pull into port.