Over a desolate island in the North Sea, fierce winds tore the clouds to shreds.
One hundred giant seabirds tossed violently in the air currents, their grayish-brown wings slicing through the damp, cold air.
Ola lay prone on the back of the lead Big Thief Gull, his short, stout legs gripping the leather saddle on either side of the bird's belly. His great beard flew straight back in the wind, and his entire face was covered by Goggles, leaving only a roaring mouth visible.
"Hold steady! Are you Knights or dandelions scattered by the wind?!"
Ola's voice exploded directly inside the skulls of all the Knights.
"Barton! Your bird's ass is practically pointing at the sky! V-formation! Weave in from the flank! How many times do I have to teach you?!"
