Here's another short, new perspective piece, it's a little experimental too, but, it brings in a new character: Iceland!
Emil swore the whole way to England. It wasn't actually all that bad, but the food wasn't very good and it rained a lot. The thought made him scowl. Not to mention, they were bringing a fifth he hadn't counted on. A German, no less. Fuck.
Well, at least he'd get to see Lukas and Tino again. He missed them. Mathias pissed him off and Berwald scared him sometimes, but Tino was good for cooking and Lukas listened to him. So, that was something.
He braced himself at the stern of the small boat and glared against the waves, his jacket catching the cold wind a bit. There was nothing to do now but move carefully. He had always been set up as a contact for this kind of thing, but it was almost surreal having to actually go through with it. He quietly admitted to the sea that he was afraid. He wouldn't show it once they landed though.
Not to anyone.