I was walking into a viking village and I saw
old rickety and wobbly roads made of wooden planks.
I saw wood in the houses and shields outside and axes outside with the Shields
And I saw skulls. And the sun in my eyes
I could hear banig making axes then I could hear singing and all off the villages then I could hear the sea crashing waves.
I could smell the flaming sticks. After that I touched one of the pick axes. It was so shap blood came out. They mad it so shap as shap as a shaks teeth


