Trooper1854
The Brit Pack
Three Viking long boats approach the English coast.
The first one glides up on to the beech.
Its oars are shipped in perfect unison and the sail is stowed away with precision.
The crew disembark and form up in three perfect ranks.
The lead Viking stands to attention infront of his men.
"Right men! Forward to pillage!" Off they charge in unison.
The second one glides up on the beech in exactly the same manner as the first.
The crew make the ship good, disembark, form up in 3 ranks.
Their leader shouts "Forward to murder men!" they run off in step chanting war cries in perfect unison.
The final boat crashes on to the beech, snapping oars.
The tattered sail flaps in the breeze as the scruffy, tired looking crew fall over the sides and splash through the water to stand in a haphazzard ragged arse bunch.
"Ok men", puffs and pants the leader, "lets go, rape, again"
The first one glides up on to the beech.
Its oars are shipped in perfect unison and the sail is stowed away with precision.
The crew disembark and form up in three perfect ranks.
The lead Viking stands to attention infront of his men.
"Right men! Forward to pillage!" Off they charge in unison.
The second one glides up on the beech in exactly the same manner as the first.
The crew make the ship good, disembark, form up in 3 ranks.
Their leader shouts "Forward to murder men!" they run off in step chanting war cries in perfect unison.
The final boat crashes on to the beech, snapping oars.
The tattered sail flaps in the breeze as the scruffy, tired looking crew fall over the sides and splash through the water to stand in a haphazzard ragged arse bunch.
"Ok men", puffs and pants the leader, "lets go, rape, again"