"VIKINGS could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be VIKINGS anywhere." The cool water felt good against her bare chest. "I hate VIKINGS" she thought. A pile of Surtling cores reverberated her entire raft, making it pulsate even as the poorly brewed mead circulated through her powerful thick veins and washed away her (merited) fear of humans after dark. "With a raft, you can go anywhere you want" she said to herself, out loud.