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Christian Story Teller
A Monumental Journey Novels
In this fourth and final installment the intrepid crew is taken to the limits of their endurance as they brave a subterranean world filled with dangers and bizarre wonders. When Thurid’s warriors are defeated the crew frees the Grettig family from captivity and all embark together on a vast sea inhabited by incredible creatures.
Weeks later, from evidence on three parchments found in a mysterious wooden box, the crew splits up. Eight of the crew hike into the rugged Eastern Mountains in search of a fabled Lost City, while the others take both Subterranean Exploration Submersibles into the far northern territories to investigate the Himminglaeva Settlement. After a grueling trek through the mountains both parties somehow reunite at the Caldera Vale where, following a cataclysmal event in which one of the SES is destroyed, all are airlifted from the Realm of Ancients and flown up to Tatoosh Island, south of the Strait of Juan de Fuca, to re-board the newly renovated schooner Heimdall.
After a deadly encounter with Mortiken soldiers they set sail north, along the western Canadian coastline, in their relentless quest to find the First Tribe of Rognvald’s to present them with the legendary Tempest Sword and a fortune in blood rubies.
Anders reappeared near the port stern. Wildly my heart beat as I watched this giant of a man. Screaming with unbridled excitement, the Norseman had somehow gotten onto the creatures back and was now holding onto the raised meaty edges of the six foot blow hole. It was the most magnificent site I had ever witnessed; like the legendary Captain Ahab riding on the back of Moby Dick. Valiantly I struggled with the flood of emotions pumping through me.
“John, ask Olaf about the scuba gear,” Anders cried out in wild excitement.
John waved back and nodded. Breathing deeply several times he tapped the whale with his right foot; again they slid down beneath the surface. Profoundly influenced by what was transpiring, John and Garrett implored the Captain for the gear and, after getting another reluctant nod; they both raced below decks and came back up with three air tanks, regulators, face masks, and fins. After suiting up, Garrett and John jumped in and swam out to where they assumed Anders would be resurfacing; moments later he reappeared twenty yards off the port stern and motioned for them to join him.
“Oh man this is so incredible;” Anders gushed excitedly as he put on the gear, “Something’s making the water glow down there; you can see almost as good as you can up here. These whales are sages, and so loving, and so willing to bond; it’s just amazing dudes.”
“How deep is it Norse?” Garrett asked.
“Don’t know little brother; we didn’t go down all the way. John, are the regulators adjusted?”
“Yah, they’re set.” John answered.
“How much air do we have?”
“Forty-five minutes in these tanks,” John assured him.
“Excellent!” Anders let out a whoop. “Alright, let’s do this.”
After Anders had slapped on the water several times, half a dozen whales rose to the surface near where they were treading.
“Gabriel,” John motioned when he was next to one, “You can do it brother; you’ll be safe. You’ve done this before. Don’t be afraid! Olaf, can Gabriel have a tank?”
“If he wants one,” the Captain waved back with a hearty laugh.