Whale slaughter

Rowing on my Longboat, on the Northern shores.
Cutting down the Salmon frozen solid in ice.
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Downwards from the depth it come.
Floating with rage and oil.
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It meat to be sold in the Golden Summer Isles
and blubber to Miklagard.
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We shall share our victories with mead.
Like Jormungand it roars, to me silenced with my harpoon.
The Frost God awaits me, the monsters have been slayed.