[centre] Fortune de Vigny [/centre]
You're blinded for a brief second as the icy grip of the sea takes hold, and only the rope tied round your waste gives you any sense as to which way is up. Bursting to the surface, you see Alison, desperately clinging to a small gap in the ships planks that had likely been caused by the collision. She stretches out one bloody hand, covered in cuts and splinters, "I can't hold on much longer, I-" She screams again as a wave almost tears her from the side of the ship, only just clinging by her fingers, "Please!" She cries, "Help me!" Just then, a sleek, black shadow falls over you, as the norscan ship crashes into the [i]Wellenbrecher[/i], almost shaking Alison loose. Manoeuvring so that the two ships are side on, the norscans clamber up the side of the wellenbrecher, some even jumping from the rigging, and you are trapped in a small, ever shrinking gap between the two vessels. Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast.

[centre] The Main Deck [/centre]
Slowly, the longship closes in, until it eventually Rams into your ship, and the by some miracle of their dark gods manages to pull up alongside. Then the carnage begins. Eager Norse warriors swarm up the side of the ship, ropes, grapples and all manner of tools are used to storm the deck, and those without leap from the rigging, some of them even survive. The least experienced crew are quickly overwhelmed, allowing the enemy to fight their way aboard, and the deck is soon turned into a crowded melee, filled with blood and curses and prayers to everyone from sigmar to khorne. Ocassionally you catch a glimpse of some moves the crew learned from Baltazzar, a few fancy flicks here and there, but they are very quickly whittled down to the few veterans who've done this before, the rest overcome by norscan savagery.

One of them appears to take a particular interest in a rope tied about the mast, leading over the side. Looking over, his face forms a grotesque smile as he raises his axe to sever de Vigney's oh so thin lifeline.