There had been no wind for many days. Twenty hard men were rowing day and night. This night everything was black. No stars, no moon. Just darkness.
The waves rose. First a little bit, then more, harder.
We’re too far west! Shouted Haraldr. He was one of the oldest on the boat, and second in command. We can’t go further. The World Serpent could be lurking!
There is no such thing! Leifr responded, but the sea went higher and higher. He started doubting his new beliefs.
A face appeared from the waves. Huge, like the sea itself. It rose above them. A creature of another world. The world of gods and giants, of powers beyond understanding. Jörmungandr. The Serpent of Midgard.
Turn! Shouted Leifr. Turn, we have to turn! The men rowed, as hard as they could. There was no way. No way to turn, no way to get back. The Snake was over them. It controlled the waves, moved the boat where ever it wanted. Played with them. A creature of death and destruction. They were doomed.
The wind rose even more. Thunder. Lightning. Thórr. Jörmungandr lifted it’s head, ready to strike. A lightning bolt pierced into it. It turned. Looking towards the skies. The men could hear the thunder rolling. Thórr’s wagon. The hooves of his bucks. The deafening cracks of his hammer.
The storm was savage. The waves where high as mountains. A fight between gods. The men fell. All control was lost. The boat was thrown around through the seas. Another lightning bolt. Another. Another. They heard the terrifying roars of the snake. It could no longer be seen.
The storm calmed down. They were lost, far away in the sea. The sun rose.
Land! Land ahead!
The new land was different from the lands they knew from before. Everything was bigger. The trees. Even the blueberries.
If we find our way home, we can bring more people and make a settlement here, said Leifr.
Do you think people will dare to go on such a dangerous trip? Said Haraldr skeptically. I don’t think big blueberries will be enough.
Hmm… I guess you’re right. Leifr thought for a while. Got it! From today this land will be called Wineland. That should cut it.
In this moment Harald remembered why he always went with Leifr on these crazy trips. The man was a genius.