~"The king and his men, stole the queen from her bed. And bound her in her bones..~ A slow soft sung melody filled the practically quiet night air.
~The seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we'll roam."~ A young man within the Realm of Niflheim was rowing a small boat with a straw big, circular hat that was keeping his image hidden from the view, his clothes a bit different. Simple and mainly of the color scheme of black and green, but with the attire of Niflheim. 
~"Yo, ho, all hands, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."~ With Dark Elven Guards patrolling and one squad was walking on the bridge that he was rowing under. His voice never wavered only in pitch as he sang the song of how he heard it, yet adding his own little tune. He went closer toward shore of the destination. 
~"Yo ho, all together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die"~ The Jotun pulled up to the land and made sure the boat would not drift away.