<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Ragnar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sir Ragnar Ulfric<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Albatross<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The voyage had gone better then Ragnar could have expected. The Storm had not sunk them nor had they lost life along the way. He considered that a good voyage. They were also not attacked by pirates at any point of the journey either. However, he was somewhat disappointed with what now lay before them.<br/><br/>The Western Lands were, so far, disappointing.<br/><br/>They looked no different then any of lands he had seen. Of course, what lay before his eyes was only what he hoped was a small piece of land, but even so, he found the whole thing rather underwhelming. He felt more elation at having found land for the purposes of resupply and getting off the ship for some time more then he got elation out of having finally found the mysterious Western Lands. He would have honestly preferred some sort of welcoming party - a hostile one, even, just to stretch those muscles once more.<br/><br/>He absently tugged one on of his braids as he gathered his own items together and moved to the railing. He stood upon it, to be higher then those that had gathered there, before turning to face them all. "Alright. For those who are headed for Land, lets get one thing clear. I am the Captain once our boots touch soil. My word is final and I expect my orders to be followed, just like the Captain here of this ship. I don't want any foulups or anyone getting hurt. We've only just arrived, so why not enjoy ourselves a little?"