December 24, 1617

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Norway

Bjørn stod på dekket av skipet.  Dem kald luften was heavy with salt and the smell of the sea.  It was comforting, in an odd sense; reminding him of times when he, his father, and his sister would spend the night ice fishing for torsk. Karin. How he missed his sister. She was younger than him, yet had been through so much.  The disappearance of their mother, Reka, had deeply affected his father and sister. Rumors had spread through the village like wildfire. People said she had abandoned her children out of fear, others believed her to have drowned herself, becoming a seal. Their father left two months later, off to search for their mother. Now with Bjørn away for work, Karin was left alone tending to the flocks. He could almo-

Bjørn was ripped from his reverie by a large wave smashing into the side of the ship. He widened his stance, grinding his boots across the wood to keep him upright. Storm clouds spread across the sky, the water growing dark and choppy. Sailors rushed across the deck in attempt to secure barrels and crates, abandoning their tasks as rain and ice began to bombard them. Water crashed over the deck, washing away any not strong enough to hold onto the ropes. Lighting cut the sky, a brief reprieve from the blinding rain and fog. Wind and water fought for control, ripping sails and rocking the ship. In that moment, the sea became one with the sky and the ship was swallowed whole. Bjørn clawed frantically at the water encompassing him, too disoriented to tell which way was up or down. Water filled his lungs and eventually he ceased his struggle. He though of Karin as he felt his soul slip away.




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Okay. So I tried to be as historically accurate as possible. However, there is surprisingly little information on Norwegian history or culture. If you spot any inaccuracies (especially in translation) , please comment or DM me. I do try to be as accurate as possible in my writing. As always,  feedback is appreciated. 
Thanks for reading,
DreamingNikol

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