Chronicles Part 1 ... A CROWN OR DEATH

Novel in 4 parts "The Chronicles II" in the style of the historical fantasy.
Author Alex Jago background.
Printed electronic book publishing Delta info.
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........... At night I was awakened by a noise disturbing, and when sleep finally came, I felt that the pitching unusually high. On deck, I saw that the barge broke and carries away. And I did not recognize rivers - the water was around and stuck out her roofs and treetops. What moored? Grabbing the steering wheel, I began to make every effort only to ensure that no account solder. Where I shall be, without having the slightest idea. Finally out of the water to show something more stable than the chimneys and branches sticking out, and I took to the course to moor. Coming closer, I saw the stone pillars standing in a circle. Stonehenge! Well, maybe I will not break away, and I went into it. Do not disrupted. But what happened, I do not understand ever seen. It was suddenly quiet and windless. And besides water around nothing left. Including pillars. Around the water surface. But neither think nor to fight the forces have no choice - stress sucked all. I wanted only to sleep, and I did not even attempting to strain brains thinking about the future, present or past ....

Beautiful weather, the sun shines brightly, and around me as the eye can see, the sea, and the ocean can be. But the water is cold, salty and quite cold, and it's kind of comforting - it means not the tropics, and the chance to meet people not with a bone in his nose is still increasing. And here, by the way, and the people - are easy to trace. On the horizon, there was a point. Thank karbutam English - flea markets in our opinion, where the indigenous people of Albion realize their mercenary instincts. However, mostly at a loss as goods offered for sale and so everyone overwhelmed attics and sheds. That's where I was, among other things, and bought for $ 3, though shabby, but pretty powerful binoculars. And with his help I was able to understand what is the point of sail. I remember in the bandolier was a New Year several signal rounds. Escapes into the cabin behind him and a gun, I hastened to designate itself - both released Enron me red rocket.

It helped - I also noticed, and the sail became ponemnozhechku approach. After a few hours I was able to discern that he is direct and striped, and craft if hired from the Ethnographic Museum in Oslo. There it seems to be called the Dakar, and on it the Vikings 500 years before Columbus arrived in Vinlend, that is, in present-day America. It becomes fashionable nowadays these historic masquerades. That Gryundvaldskuyu battle, the battle of Austerlitz costumed (and for their money) any fans repeated. Well, the sea is at the Kontiki Tour Heerdal swim at all the madness began. All rushed to prove something and somewhere to swim. It can be seen here, and a handful of restless Norwegians some idea came up. Well - it is not bad. Although they have four million people, the four state of the Norwegian language, but English there knew everyone nor met. Yes, and a good-natured people - help. We see Scandinavia erupted yesterday doomsday is not affected - that's frolic with fat. Although stainless steel could afford chainmail right, and the paint on the boards pokachestvennee not regret. And then all some rusty and peeling - and they can be seen, there are low-budget expedition.

When we are closer to fifty meters, I was the megaphone to yell "Help-help." But the jerk at the stern instead of helping grabbed the bow and began to shoot at me.

First boom shattered the glass in the control room, and the second thrust into a life jacket that was on me. Well, that and I took the karbute and it was a century ago - more cork. So that the damage was caused to me a little while, but my opinion about Scandinavia has changed dramatically. Especially since the boys at the oars,