Should we set?

I looked at him plain in the eye not shuddering.

"Bad disposition or not, they will make her work and if she does not work she is work nothing and will die."

"Why?" he looked at me, I could see the top of his head plainly from my level.

"Muspelheim is to the south of Ginnungagap right?"

"Yes.... I still don't see what you are getting at."

"Muspelheim in Norwegian Mythology is our version of hell. They both go together. Only one place where 'gold grass shines' and 'animals run freely'. In a place that slaves who have traveled through there have Rightly named hell,Sierra Leone."

"But how do we get there? Even if you are right how can we be so certain that my sister will be alive."

"She will be sent to hell then to the Americas if the price is right."

"She would never survive, she would lash out." He turned away and seem to be brooding. Me being one not to pass up a chance to prie, spoke up.

"What is wrong with your sister anyway. You act as if she is your girl than a little brat of a sister. I never had no siblings but I wouldn't up and go searching for 'em"

"Mind your tougue." He barked

"I will but, if my intuition is right, and it almost alway is. You will need an interpreter when you get to Sierra Leone if you go yourself."

"What are you getting at?" He scowled and tried to lengthen his short frame.

"How many people do you know that speak Italian,English,Spanish, French, Creole/Cajan, and Norwegian. These are some of the
langages spoke in hell so unless you can tell me that you, yourself can speak all of those now, I am finding us a boat to Sierra Leone and we are going to find your sister and also find out why I am a part of this."