Stories about a viking sculpture in the woods circulated but nobody paid them any mind.
It became another one of those urban legends told by children on playgrounds.
The last person to try and find it came back a much quieter person.
He thought he'd get some photos of this sculpture, maybe find the artist and make a story of it.
What he found, after many hours of walking, was something more than just some art piece.
In the middle of the forest was a shipwreck, green stained with moss.
Half sunk in a lichen-smothered and stale pond surrounded by willow trees and unused footpaths.
The ship shouldn't even be there and yet it was.
Judging by the figurehead it was Nordic in origin though the metal was rusted and falling apart.
Strangely enough the wood of the ship remained perfectly intact, enough for him to walk onboard.
It leant at such an angle that the side of the ship was barely arms length away.
He climbed with great care, who knows how well built the vessel was, or how water-damaged.
The deck had some fairly large holes in, he saw clear pond-water directly beneath.
Given the angle the ship was at, equal water height in all of the holes shouldn't have been possible.
Peering into one he caught a glimpse of movement - some kind of fish.
At first he thought it was only small until it swam up.
It kept getting bigger and bigger as it headed towards him, becoming impossibly large for the ship.
By the time it touched the hole's surface it must have been the size of a bus, scales as big as his fist.
Its face had strangely human eyes, the same shade of green as the moss coating the vessel.
And then as its face drifted past for a third time it grinned at him, mouth full of human teeth.
It became another one of those urban legends told by children on playgrounds.
The last person to try and find it came back a much quieter person.
He thought he'd get some photos of this sculpture, maybe find the artist and make a story of it.
What he found, after many hours of walking, was something more than just some art piece.
In the middle of the forest was a shipwreck, green stained with moss.
Half sunk in a lichen-smothered and stale pond surrounded by willow trees and unused footpaths.
The ship shouldn't even be there and yet it was.
Judging by the figurehead it was Nordic in origin though the metal was rusted and falling apart.
Strangely enough the wood of the ship remained perfectly intact, enough for him to walk onboard.
It leant at such an angle that the side of the ship was barely arms length away.
He climbed with great care, who knows how well built the vessel was, or how water-damaged.
The deck had some fairly large holes in, he saw clear pond-water directly beneath.
Given the angle the ship was at, equal water height in all of the holes shouldn't have been possible.
Peering into one he caught a glimpse of movement - some kind of fish.
At first he thought it was only small until it swam up.
It kept getting bigger and bigger as it headed towards him, becoming impossibly large for the ship.
By the time it touched the hole's surface it must have been the size of a bus, scales as big as his fist.
Its face had strangely human eyes, the same shade of green as the moss coating the vessel.
And then as its face drifted past for a third time it grinned at him, mouth full of human teeth.
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