(The music drops to a heavy, tribal percussion beat. They trade lines rapidly, building tension.) Gav: We sail for honor. Peyton: We sail for gold! Gav: For the sagas... Peyton: Yet to be told! Gav: My brother’s shadow... Peyton: Walks by my side! Both: (Screamed) WITH NOWHERE LEFT FOR THE WEAK TO HIDE!
(Deep, rhythmic drumming begins, mimicking a heartbeat. A low, distorted bass growl settles in.) Gav: (Low, melodic growl) Farewell to thunder... Peyton: (High, gritty rasp) Farewell to rain... Both: (Harmonizing in a guttural roar) THE NORTH IS CALLING OUR NAMES! (The music drops to a heavy, tribal percussion beat
(Voice cracking with raw power)The longships dance on white-capped foam,The salt and spray shall lead us home!No chains can bind the Viking soul,To reach the shore, that is the goal!With axes high and shields aligned,Leave the peaceful world behind! Gav: For the sagas
(The music fades to a single, haunting drum beat.) Peyton: (Whispered rasp) Valhalla... Gav: (Deep hum) Calling... Both: (A final, resonant low note) Me. Peyton: Walks by my side