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A teenaged Viking boy goes diving, and finds an interesting object near the Norwegian shore.
When Dimension Tide had made it nigh impossible to pass
Through a barrier to earth, and all solutions had been sparse;
Braisyde’s Jenyfer had used her giant amulet, combining
With her earth sized one, plus force belt, which a man had been designing.

And it tested out successfully. She’d made it through okay,
So that Braisyde had looked after her, while she had had to stay
For a while, until Dimension Tide receded. After this trap,
She discovered that she’d lost her giant amulet through mishap.

She had dropped it when, at last, she’d broken through; and then she’d shrunk,
Unaware her giant amulet had very quickly sunk.
Now a fourteen year old Viking boy named Tennyce (for a quarter
Of his life) had practiced diving through Norwegian ocean water.

Not long after that Dimension Tide, he took his father’s boat
On the water, and considered that the chances were remote
Of his finding sunken booty. Yet he took a proper measure
Of their distance from the shore, to undertake a search for treasure.

He was sure the water wasn’t deep enough to cause the bends.
So depressurizing later wasn’t needed for his ends
To be met. So Tennyce fitted up his tank and occulator.
Then he took a dive, and came upon a rotting sunken freighter.

There were bits of junk and worthless things just lying on the deck.
Then he found an open doorway, which he used, so he could check
That there wasn’t any valuable commodity nor shocker,
Like a skeleton or lurking shark in someone else’s locker.

When he’d satisfied himself that he would never find doubloons,
He was still convinced that this had been the best of afternoons
He’d enjoyed for quite a while. Although the lad was not with sinew
For a lot of swimming muscle, he was happy to continue.

He went swimming at the bottom, found a broken fishing net
Weighted down with something heavy. Then the giant amulet
Was the next of objects, which had caught his eye. When he resorted
To some random ways to touch it, he and it were teleported.

He appeared in someone’s living room, and used a cushioned chair
To support his gear and amulet, and left them sitting there,
While he looked in other downstairs rooms, and couldn’t find the owner.
When he did, he’d have a time explaining how he’d ‘pulled a boner’:


(That’s an old expression meaning “made a blunder” in the slang
Of an English writer’s almanac). Now Tennyce never rang
Any door bells, knocked, nor sought permission, when the boy had trespassed.
So the fact that he’d been teleported would have then been guessed last.

Not sure whether he’d be wise to use his amulet once more,
Lest he reach a place more dangerous than Norway’s ocean floor,
He felt silly walking through some stranger’s home, while clad in wetsuit;
And he hoped they hadn’t gone and left it guarded by a pet brute.

So he wandered up the stairs in search of bathroom towels, to dry.
Finding none, he found a window. Yet he couldn’t see the sky,
When he looked outside. Instead he saw a giant bedroom, laden
With its furnishings; and on a carpet sat a pretty maiden.
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