5. Voyage

You stare ahead uncomfortably and hear the man behind you say something in his Nordic tongue. A gust of wind blows through highlighting just how cold you've grown now that you're completely wet. Shifting uneasily, you feel beads of water trickle down your inner thighs, and are reminded of how bare you under your skirt. One of the men in front of you speaks up and you quickly turn your gaze to him when you recognize your language. "He is crazy going through all this trouble for you." A few of the men chuckle at this and nod in agreement. You open your mouth to speak but stop when the man behind you steps forward and says, "You will mind your business, now get to work." To your surprise the men do as he says and begin sitting around the large ores on the sides of the ship. It's easy to see how they're all so fit now as you watch them begin moving the heavy ores. The boat starts to move and you turn around to look for your captor.

You see his broad figure facing away from you as he looks out over the bow of the ship. While you've never been on anything bigger than a row boat before you can tell there a few things odd about this vessel. The use of oars in addition to the sails isn't a foreign concept but you've never heard of a ship without a cabin or shelter and as far as you can tell this one has neither. The fact that your captor doesn't appear to be subject to the laborious rowing is also noteworthy. Since you are unable to move past the rowing men you slowly sit down on deck in the same spot where you had been standing. It's only grown colder as you move farther out into the sea and you're grateful to be slightly out of the wind now. After a few minutes the man turns away and glances over at your shivering form. He's still in his wet clothing as well but doesn't seem bothered by the cold air. He grabs one of the bags that's piled around the deck and walks over to you.

From inside he pulls out a fur skin and hands it you. You give him an appreciative nod before pulling it around your shoulders. Seeming satisfied with this he goes back to his post and you are left alone with your thoughts. The day progresses and you're surprised at the limited number of breaks the men take between rowing. Before you know the sun is setting and you figure the men are finally done when they drop anchor for the first time that day. The sky begins to darken as large grey clouds start filling the open sky. You watch as the men pull the sail down and begin fashioning it as some kind of tent over your heads. When they're done your captor walks over and takes a seat next to you. He hands you some dried meat and a piece of bread which you take gratefully. As you're eating you hear the patter of rain drops beginning to land on the sail above you. When you finish the man gets up and begins setting up a makeshift cot near the bow of the ship.

After finishing he walks over to you and offers you a hand up. Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach out and place your hand in his. The wind has grown stronger and the faint sound of thunder rumbles in the distance. Slowly lowering down onto the cot you watch cautiously as the man looks down at you. You pull your legs up to your chest and continue watching as he moves and sits beside you. You jump slightly when a streak of lightly suddenly cuts across the sky and is followed by a loud roar of thunder shortly after. The ship is rocking more roughly and you feel your arm press against the man as you're pushed into him. The night grows darker and you feel the Dane moving beside you as he begins to lie down. As he moves his hand grips your arm, pulling you down beside him, before wrapping his arms around you. Your clothes are dry now but the warmth of his body still feels nice as he presses into your back. Even though you're still tense and anxious about the whole situation you feel yourself growing weary. The days many trials have added up and the sound of the rain soon lulls you to sleep.

A small groan escapes your lips and you twist around slightly as your eyes slowly blink open. It's completely dark outside and you can barely make out the wooden side of the ship in front of you. You're not sure how long you were asleep for but the rain seems to have grown even harder. Furrowing your brow you wonder if it's getting over the sides of the ship when you notice a wet patch on your skirt. You run your hand down along the fur skin covering your lower half and are confused to find it's still dry. Your back stiffens when you feel a hand run up along your upper thigh to your waist and pull you back. The Dane's warm breathe brushes against the back of your neck and his hand slides back down along your hip before moving inward. Exhaling shakily you grip the fur skin tightly when his fingers dip in between your thighs. While you've experienced your own touch before it wasn't enough to prepare you for the sensation from another person’s hand.

You feel your back arch slightly and your mind reels as you try to comprehend what is taking place and how wrong it is. Still, you're unable to help yourself and arch back further as a well timed clap of thunder masks your cry. This seems to encourage the Dane and his fingers quicken as you feel his beard brushing against your shoulder. The damp spot beneath you grows larger and you writhe beneath the mans skillful touch. It's not long before you feel another wave of electricity course through your body. You're thankful the noise of the storm is doing a good job of masking your gasps and moans of pleasure. After several more climaxes you feel the mans index finger slowly trace down along your slit. He pauses for a moment and you feel his finger slowly begin to slide in before he pulls his hand away. You breath out slowly as he wraps his arms back around you and a minute later you feel his breathing grow slow and deep. It takes you much longer to fall back asleep as the linger sensation of the mans burns on your skin.