Freezing-Rice-FC

It was a crisp, cool night. Water stretched out for miles around, no land in sight. Stars speckled the sky like freckles pockmarked the face of a small child. The moon was a shining sphere above, the only thing a certain Finn had eyes for. The Finn's ship, the pride of its port, was a sleek, gleaming shade of mahogany; made of the toughest stuff in the north; large enough to fit a crew of more than 50 men, and that space was not for vain. The Finn had a crew of great men, all loyal to their captain. His name was Väinämöinen. Tino Väinämöinen. Captain of his ship, his "right-hand-man" was his 'brother' (long sto

 The first thing Tino Väinämöinen noticed when he woke up was his overwhelming headache. The second thing he noticed was that he was not where he should be. The third thing he noticed that he didn't seem to be able to remember anything past opening his eyes that second. He groaned loudly, sitting up and grimacing as his back popped uncomfortably. He repositioned his hands on the floor, realizing it to be some odd concrete like consistency, cold and solid. Tino bit his lip, trying desperately for some remembrance of where he was, and why. He gazed around. The place was quiet, but a little unruly. Things were piled in cor