Thorfinn nodded when Jake confirmed west, his smile growing readily wider. The first expedition happened before Thorfinn was walking, but the second attempt to colonize had not happened yet. The man who would lead that second trip, was sitting across from Jake. Leif had faith that Thorfinn's new temperament would do better with the natives. The last run ended badly. Vinland had been a dream for Thorfinn. Something that kept him going. A land without slavery or war.

Thorfinn smacked a hand down hard on the table grinning. "Leif Eriksson var min fars bedste ven." he spoke slowly through his excitement and lifted his hands up to himself. "I go to Vinland." He spoke in his broken English. "Land of peace. No war." He had no idea what was really waiting there. Leif never told him.