This very short story was written for the Stach Short Story Contest. There's a word limit--199. And a prompt, which must be incorporated into the story: Down on Bended Knees. I write a lot of nonfiction.

 It had been a moon since they had seen land, a week since Thriell’s raving had brought Viig's hammer down on his head. Most had feasted after that, not Jan. He knew that it would not be long before

Waking up early on christmas eve and wondering how the holidays would be this year, everything seem to be as it is, nothing changed. He walked to the balcony to catch a glimpse of the streets to take his