"My boat was bright yellow, could turn into a handkerchief, and we took it from Boston to Jorvik to Norway to Niflheim and back and it only ended up on the the bottom of the ocean once," Magnus says, solemnly. "And that was only because the ocean god I'm not related to was doing a mead tasting." Sort of. And he and his daughters were trying to kill them, but like, why dwell on nearly dying? Seems dumb!