I had ventured far across the sea to kill a dragon goddess, but my ship had come to her mountain just as dawn was about to break. In that eerie predawn glow I decided it would be best to jump overboard to set up camp. I hurled myself into the cold sea and swam the last few feet to solid ground. And then my stomach began to growl and my limbs to weaken. It had been a long uneventful journey, and easy for a powerful and dangerous viking such as me to forget to eat my snacks. As I struggled mightily to find purchase in the sand beneath my feet I heard them... the giggling chortle of my foe. From the darkness a spear splashed into the water, and another of the little beasts dove in after me like a mad berzerker. I swung my axe smashing his green face. It was then heard a hateful buzzing from behind me...

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