Independence Day. A time for fireworks and family. A celebration of the indomitable spirit of the men and women who fought for freedom to build their own nation.
Nearly 400 years to build its foundations since settlers first landed on Plymouth Rock have made America strong. Patriots and soldiers stand ready to rebuff invaders from its shores.
But this invasion is different. You can’t fight what won’t die. You can’t kill what’s already dead.
Long before the immigrants, Vikings landed on these shores. And they brought with them ships and strong men to explore the boundaries of this new coastline, far to the west of their homelands. They brought their traditions and stories to sustain them on the journey.
Some didn’t make it back.
The ocean is full of the remains of those brave explorers, those wooden longboats. And other, darker things.
The Viking stories tell what happens to the angry dead lost at sea. So do the seagulls and the tide—if you know how to listen.
The dead are coming back to Solomon Island.
I am about to learn the old stories firsthand.