[color=FF0000][h1]Ragnar Battle-Born[/h1][/color]

Ragnar was having the most fun in his entire life, axe in one hand and shield in the other. and as much adrenaline to defeat a army. 

he ran across the boat and brutally killed everyone under the age of 20, defeating every single elder-disrespecting Man-wench known as "crew" 

And then one crewmember suddenly turned to him screaming

[b]REST TIMES OVER!!! THIS AINT NO TIME FOR SLEEPIN..LAND HO[/b] 

Ragnar woke up on a kinda soft bunkbed. all of the Whippersnappers were still there. the whole thing was just a dream.

Ragnar gotten his fat arse out of his bed and took his time walking to the end of the gigantic dormitory and to the bar. grabbing a gigantic bottle of Rum with enough alcohol to kill a whippersnapper and walked to the Deck. 

Beer in one hand, Axe and a Shield in another and fully clad in viking armor, he tooken a gulp of his Rum. 

the Alcohol was weak. just like the enemies he fought, he hasn't killed anything in days and he was suffering from a Battle Withdrawal. Alcohol was the only thing keeping his axe away from a random whippersnappers neck

Standing infront of his captain he muttered [color=FF0000][b]Whut.[/b][/color] to the captain. as he talked a bit of Rum fell out of his mouth and onto his beard and giving it a cool brown stain.