Saga of Vinland's Discovery

. The wind is cold, the ice carries deep woe.

The dragon ship cuts through the endless snow. Greenland is far, our fortune has

been harsh. But our pathfinder holds the binding chart. For weeks we

saw but freezing foam and gray. An endless waiting for the break of day.

The men fell silent, our spirit was low. We prayed to

Odin asking where to go. For guidance! When far upon the edge the

shadow came. And a new world was whispering its name. We felt the

warmth cut through the freezing air. The green promise of a land beyond compare.