His name was Arvid Olaf and Draugr was the last. A captain never was so despised by men before the mast. "We cut him from his hawser. We spun his guts to twine. We feed him lead and pitched him o'er and so besmurched the brine." So let this speak as epitaph, to mark his gruesome life. For those who plant the seeds of woe will harvest only strife.
*Okay, I got a little carried away with this one but he was a good distraction. Also my submission to this week's Illustration Friday: Tales and Legends. Words by Mr. Hoskins.