The Last Fucking Straw for the Robertss

The Danes boarded their ships and headed up the river Trent, which by that point had become heavily swollen in the winter rains. All while the Normans were stuck on the other side of the shore and not a single Englishman was offering them pies or inviting them to any parties. And as the ships faded out of sight, all the Robertss could do was watch. It wasn't long before a messenger arrived at Nottingham and notified William that the Danes had retaken New York. But holy crap did this ever suck.