Trotting along the shoreline and onto the docks Ásdís seemed oblivious to the bickering between parents and children as she approached the ship. A perfect specimen of …Well…Ship shape ness the red head had only eyes for the prow (alright fine, her eyes may have also glanced over the other perfect specimen on the prow) and deck, the waves lapping at the wooden sides and the carvings along the stern. This ship would be her home for the months to come. 

Sidling along the pier Ásdís found herself scuttling past the man from the day before. He did not look as cheerful as she felt and the redhead happily bumped against the tall man. “A wonderful day to sail out, don’t you think?” Peering up at the man Ásdís couldn’t help but hear the words of an angry mother behind her. 

Of course it was not HER angry mother, but still, the sentiment was harsh.

“—already have too many hands, and you are but a lad. You will stay here and next season—“ 

The child in question protested even as he was being drug away. Ásdís looked about in fear, her eyes widening. Was it true?! Was Hralding making them choose who was to go and who was to stay? Were there too many volunteers? 

The idea of going back to the farm, never even setting foot on the ship. It was too much to bear. Biting her lips until they were bright red and almost swollen Ásdís straightened her shoulders, lifted her head proudly and grabbed her friend by the elbow. They were getting on the ship and the voyage no matter what. Marching past the families still in disagreement Ásdís kept her gaze on the plank, on the entrance to her birth right. Her future. Her everything. 

“We are getting on this ship.” She said with such determination it was impossible to disagree. If she had to cling to the side of the ship as they sailed through the cold waters she would.