Once upon a time, in a small village hidden between green hills and deep fjords, there lived a little Viking named Vigg. Vigg was seven years old, with red hair and a helmet with two funny horns that he made himself from wood. Every morning he would leave the house with his favourite shield and together with his best friends - dog Fjell and brave Liv - they would explore new corners of the village. One sunny day, while playing on the beach, Vigg spotted something glowing between the stones. - Come quickly! - he called out to Liv and Fjell. They ran up together and saw a small wooden ship that had not been here before. The ship was very old, and there were strange designs painted on its side - they looked like dragons and big waves. - Where did such a ship come from? - whispered Liv, touching the delicately carved bow. Suddenly, among the stones, something moved. Fjell barked and jumped up like a spring. A piece of green-blue cloth was sticking out from over the side of the ship. Everything around went silent and the wind suddenly died down. - Maybe there's someone out there! - Vigg said and took a bold step forward. Liv grabbed his hand and Fjell wagged his tail, ready for anything. All three of them stopped right next to the ship. Time seemed to have stopped, and a small ladder led straight up to the deck.... And then they heard a quiet, strange sound....