You, along with 15 Danish soldiers have just escaped quarantine in Copenhagen. After destroying a British royal navy ship, you are now flowing down a river with the other survivors to get to land. A medic is healing people, whilst an officer is steering the boat. And everyone else is just sitting around on the boat. Someone speaks up.

“Jeg ville ønske, jeg var død i det, vi vil alle sulte i uger, indtil vi når et bedre land.“ (I wish I would’ve died in that, we’ll all be starving for weeks until we reach better land.)