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A loud crack split the air as the charred and burnt, grass covered wood fell beneath our feet. We collapsed to the hard ground, dirt and wood splintering and clouding around us. Swiftly, I arose to look down upon the Viking. There is no time to waist! I thought.

I bolted through the house and the destroyed town. I neared my home, my breath bouncing in my lungs. Tears crept up my throat as I gazed upon the bloodied bodies of my parents and siblings. Swallowing my tears, I knelt down to touch them, a sliver of hope rising in my chest. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the slow rise and fall of my mother's stomach; and then my brother's stomach; and then my father's stomach!

They're all alive! A feeling of relief rushed through me. Thank goodness!

A sudden grasp upon my ankles made me jolt as I was dragged away from my family. My fingers raked the dirt as I slid across the ground. Anger swelled up inside of me but was crushed by my sadness. My eyebrows furrowed and my lips were pursed into a harsh position. I spat into the dirt. Anger boiled in my chest refusing to subside to my endless sorrow like it had previously. "No! No!", I cried. The Viking continued to tug on my ankles, coating me in dirt and grass. Rapidly, water rushed into my mouth, eyes, and my nose until I was lifted ahoist upon the Viking's shoulder and once more was carried about. I wiped my eyes of the salty water, my vision blurred. I squinted down to see dark water flowing beneath me, the small waves lapped over one another as if fighting for space in an ocean that was now to small for the surplus of water.

A tugboat neared the Viking. The Viking waded forward and into the lifeboat, throwing me over his shoulder to join him. I sat firmly in the boat seat; not even a boulder could force me to topple upon the rounded wood beams. I can try one last escape plan I thought. Swiftly, I jumped out of the small boat, the wood shaking beneath me. Water flooded my nose and my mouth. The salt stung my eyes. I surfaced the water, swimming rapidly for the shore.

A sudden splash behind me let me know that I was not going to be sucessful in my plan.
I was grabbed by my waist, one leg in the air an my hands grabbing the sand hidden below the water. I was pulled back into the boat once more, but this time, the Viking roughly tied my hands behind my back with a piece of rope.

He grunted and then gestured towards the ship that sat in the midst of the port. That? I thought. I'm never coming back!

The realization hit me, causing me to fall back in the boat. The Viking slid a hand behind me, pushing me upright and balancing me on the seat. We swayed to and fro as the water beat against the wee life boat. A sudden thud caught my attention as it jostled my body. I looked up to see a rope pulling the life boat into the perimeter of the ship.

Soon enough, we hit the side of the dark brown vessel, shouts and orders hitting my ears like a rock hits the ground. The life boat seemed to be floating beneath me, but I truly knew that we were only being pulled up to deck by a foul smelling, feeble rope that could snap at any moment for any reason or purpose. "All on deck!", screamed a Viking. Some speake English!, I thought.

We climbed out of the boat, putting one leg over the other. Almost immediately, the Viking grasped my hand and pulled me towards a small room on the top deck with only a small half circle as a window. Eyes were glued on me as if this was the first girl that they had ever captured. Men grunted and chuckled, their fingers pointing to the chains on my dress. I spat at their feet, once hitting a mans boot, the clear saliva running down the leather that covered, most likely, an uncontainable "hammertoe".

"Behave!", snapped the Viking. "You speak English? I've been a fool only thinking that you spoke Norse!", I said as I kicked the damp wood boards beneath my feet.

"You must behave, or I'll have you flogged six times!" barked the Viking.

"I am on my best behavior, considering that I was taken against my will by Vikings!", I spat. "And,".

"And what? If you speak another word I'll have you flogged...seven times now!", he retorted.

"I'm sure you are too much of a coward to do that.", I whispered.

The Viking pulled a strap of leather from his pocket and tied it to a peice of wood that hung outside of the small room.

Oh no! Just breathe! You can find a way out of this! Just like it says in the Bible, God has a reason for everything!

Instinctively, I reached for the "whip" in hopes of getting it out of his grasp.

I brought my hand back astonished as I looked down to see the "whip" resting in my palm.

Without astute, I threw the "whip" into the bitter ocean below, a loud splash filling the air.

"You! I shall bear you with a much harsher punishment than previously stated! We will let the Jarl decide your fate!", screamed the Viking.

In a sudden movement, the Viking turned around, seething to the extent that the heat of his body was radiating off of him.

The Viking knocked subtly upon the wood door, his grip tightening on my hand.

Frantically, I slapped at his arm but he only pulled me closer to him.

I'd rather The King of Vikings be behind that door than a boiling pot of gruel to be thrown into! I thought.

My stomach tied into knot as the door shook and opened with a loud jolt.

A/N: Oh! Poor Lagertha! BTW, it was actually coincidental that the picture I chose corresponded with the name that I chose to become the EXACT character from the hit T.V. show "Vikings". This is not meant to be copyright infringement! Please beleive that the next chapter will be longer, I promise! Please vote, comment, and follow me if you'd like!
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