Or at least I had until a whiff Norseman’s putrid arm brought them all back in a flood. At least this time I made it to the side before retching into the dark swell of the waves. I spent a long time hanging there, holding a loud but wordless conversation with the sea. Fjórir was still sitting where I left him when I came back empty-stomached and trembling. The whole boat continued to threaten capsize at each surge of the waves but nobody else seemed concerned.
