Stavanger Bay I hope we stay thick as thieves, butter and bread

Blurry chuckled around the femur in his jaws, watching Ferahgo tote his own booty down the shore until the man had disappeared. He hoisted his own piece of loot, swinging it like a saber, and skipped down the shore back toward the damp galley they'd left in the sand to await the new members of their crew. Each would receive a bone from the poor landlubber buried in the soil, until there was nothing but a desecrated hole in the ground left to tell the tale of the "legendary" viking.