Þat mælti mín móðir at mér skyldi kaupa fley ok fagrar árar fara á brott með víkingum. Standa upp í stafni, stýra dýrum knerri; halda svá til hafnar, höggva mann ok annan. .............................................................. Thus spake my mother that for me should they buy a barque and beauteous oars to go forth with vikings. Stand in the stern, steer a dear vessel; hold course for a haven, hew down a man or another.
Well, you know what? I'd love to eat baked beans in tomato sauce now, goddamnit.