The next morning, Arn pounded on their door to wake them up. Since they had no choice, the Monkees boarded the ship.
"Hold on tight men, we have a rough ride ahead of us," said Ivor.
The guys, especially Mike, who gets seasick easily, were not looking forward to what was in store for them.
"What are we going to do?" Davy whispered to his mates.
"Whether we like it or not, we're going on this trip," said Micky.
"Plus, we told Ivor we'd come along and we can't let him down," said Peter.
The Monkees let out four huge sighs as the made it to the top of the ship. They let out more sighs as the ship pulled away from the dock. The guys indeed were in for a long, unpleasant trip.
It didn't take long for Mike to start feeling sick. He closed his eyes and tried not to think of the moving ship, but his breakfast was trying to make an appearance once again. Arn noticed this and walked over to the Monkees.
"What is wrong with him?" He asked.
"His stomach is upset, do you have anything for him?" Davy asked.
Arn nodded and walked away. He returned a minute later with a small pouch.
"Mix a little of this in some water and have him drink it." Arn said, "He will feel better soon."
"Thank you." Micky said, taking the pouch.
So Micky quickly mixed a little of the green powder in a mug of water and had Mike drink it down. After a few minutes, he was feeling better.
"Wow that did help me." Mike smiled, the color returning to his cheeks.
Arn stood off to the side with a few of the other Viking warriors and watched what was going on with interest.
"This is odd." Arn muttered.
"What is, Arn?" A man asked.
"They are supposed to be sent from Odin to help us on our quest, yet that one cannot stand the sea." Arn replied, "They do not appear to be any different we are."
"They appeared out of nowhere in our sacred grotto." Another man commented, "What else would they be?"
"I do not know." Arn admitted, "But keep a watchful eye on them and report to either me or Ivor of anything suspicious."
"I don't know what is was I took, but I haven't felt seasick since taking it," said Mike, as he and the other Monkees explored the ship.
"That's great," said Davy.
"Yeah and let's hope you stay that way for the rest of the trip," said Micky.
"Because we have a long way to go," said Peter.
It was at that moment that the guys saw something in the sky that they didn't seem to like.
"You know fellas, I don't like the way those clouds are looking up ahead," said Davy.
"Same here," said Mike.
"Me neither," said Micky.
"I think we better tell Ivor and his group," said Peter.
The Monkees went to the bow of the ship to talk to Ivor, only to find the Viking Chief and his men already staring up at the sky. Ivor turned to them as they approached.
"Well Monkees, it seems Aegir, God of the sea, wants to stop us. " He said, then turned to his crew, "But we will not be stopped! Not with Odin's emissaries aboard!"
Ivor's crew cheered and quickly made ready for the approaching storm. Everything loose was tied down and everyone got into their rowing seats. The Vikings were superb sailors and ship-builders, but they took nothing to chance when it came to the seas.
Soon, the wind and rain came crashing down upon them. Everyone, including Ivor and the Monkees, helped row the longboat to keep it on course.
Suddenly, the watchman in front turned to the others, his eyes wide in terror.
"MAELSTROM!" He yelled, "A MAELSTROM!"
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