As he scrambled up the side of the ship, fighting against the waves, the wind, the biting cold that was sapping his strength and the slippery planks underfoot, Fortune feared that this might have been the end for him... and he was somewhat annoyed that the story of Fortune De Vigny would end so soon, dying to save a maiden was... acceptable. 

These morbid thoughts died the moment something strong started to pull the rope up, aiding his own efforts greatly. Fortune didn't look back as he heard the sound of wood crashing against wood below as he climbed/was pulled up onto the deck... and received a clipped ear from the grumpy dwarf that had helped to save his life. While a little degrading, Brokk had pulled his ass out of the fire and there were more important things currently on Fortune's mind... such as the very large Norscan raiders that were still on the ship and freezing to death as his icy wet clothing clung to him tightly. 

He also had to deal with the issue that his sword and shield were currently below deck, out of harms way... Which would require him to get passed the raiders in the way. 

Not wishing to be unarmed right now, Fortune looked down at the weapon that a nearby dead Norscan had dropped... It didn't [i]look[/i] demonic (and if it was he suspected that this raid would have gone in a completely different direction to begin with) and right now any weapon was better then none at all; At least he could die fighting. Attempting to (and failing) to fight the shivers that were running through out his body and causing his jaw to chatter, Fortune seized the axe and took a moment to try and get a feel for it's weight. For someone who was used to using a sword or a spear, a battle axe was a weird weapon to try and wield and it to both himself and anyone watching that he was somewhat clumsy with the weapon... but it was better then nothing if he was backed into a corner. 

"Thank you for saving me. I'm going to go and get my sword and shield. Happy hunting to you." Was all he said to Brokk as Fortune darted away towards the door that would lead into the ship, taking care to not slip or trip on the slippery surface of the water, blood and corpse covered deck. He was tried, sore, actively fighting (and slowly losing) against the elements and he was wielding a class of weapon he wasn't familiar with without armor to help make up for gaps his mistakes would no doubt cause... At least if he could get his sword and shield he could at least give a halfway decent fight.  

[@Andreyich]