New Land
“Andersen! Get yeer ass back on this ship, now!”
“Shut yur lips, Hanson!”
Twas the first long voyage of me life. A sail to a new world, one where we will trade our women’s furs and hides and our men’s armour.
“I say quit yeer futzing and get yeer slow ass on this ship!”
“And I say, shut yur slobbering, fat gizzard!”
Twas 17 moons since we had set sail away from Denmark. Hanson says we be about 3 more moons ’till we see land. The sky’s been gray for some time and thur’ve been strange smells in the wind. The crew don’t seem to be worried, so I’m not.
“Andersen! You won’t believe yeer eyes.”
“What does yur brute ass wa-” I was speechless. Twas nothing me eyes ever seen before. Monster-like squares shooting into the sky. Big yellow and dark crystal slabs on their sides. The whole land had these kind of rocks. I was scared. Fear was boiling inside me, I wanted to go back. “Hanson, wha- what are we going to d-”
Hanson stared at the land. He stared at my dry look, then back at the land. “MEN!” why he paused, I do not know, but his next words echoed in my head, “LAND. HO!”