I arrived on a ship and saw a village beyond the mist from the ocean.
There are old rickety and wobbly roads, made of wooden planks. The smoke coming from the Flaming torches smelt of burning twigs and
There are rocky mountains that look like they are from New Zealand. The glaring sun that is rising behind the mountains. Water that evaporated. Wooden houses with shields to Identify who lives there.
People are chatting in the market and cooking food. Vikings banging metal to making shields for their houses. waves gushing into the shore.
People that are building homes for themselves, Crack, dogs barking, Vikings blowing their horns to practice their tone.
I tasted the salt from the sea. The fish in the open air smelled weird.
The Viking village was just like a I imagined.
Your first sentence Marcus,drew me into your story.It made me feel like I was there.I could almost hear the shields banging and fires crackling.
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Hello Marcus. Its me James. I really liked your story I could picture it in my mind. Can you make more cool story's like this. See you again Bye!
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