The men aboard said close to nothing to Keve, except perhaps Leif, and of course, the always so chatty Fenrir. They had traveled for quite a few weeks now, and with a good wind as help, they had come quite a bit. Not anywhere close to their goal, but atleast on the way. Almost everyone busy with something, and Leif and Fenrir leaning over a map, close to where Völundr, first navigating officer, was, to try and plan some parts of the trip. Atleast as long as possible.