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Phillip Wyant 2020 Acadia Coast

The longship was being tossed furiously as the winds drove it towards the breakers.  It was all the sturdy sea-kings could do to – to bring the high prow-ed vessel safely onto the cobbled shore.  The cove that they had been driven into was unfamiliar, and primeval forest surrounded their landing site.

“This doesn’t look like Greenland, Leif,” Thorgunna said coldly, her arms crossed across her chest.

“Well . . .”

“Well – nothing!” She snapped.  “I said ask that nice Inuit for directions.  But did the mighty Knows-Everything Erikson do as I asked? No! Of course he didn’t.”

“But . . .”

“Yes, Butt! You really are an ass sometimes,” she said dismissively. “This is the last time I go on a trip with you that I don’t plan.  Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right.”

Thus unfolded the little-known story of how Newfoundland was discovered.








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