Peter Wilson's Dream Theater by John C. Archer

But there’s something a little different about Peter that sets him apart from his peers. He’s smart, shy around the ladies, and always looking for adventure. Peter Wilson’s Dream Theater: The Dream Master Description:įifteen-year-old Peter Wilson is more or less your typical teenager. But, for the Viking seaman, the fog held ominous significance. They had made it this far with the loss of only a few warriors and were anxious to get home with their loot from England. The men dropped their oars back into the water, and their eyes darted back and forth while staring into the mist, silently hoping it would clear sooner rather than later. “We wait here until this haze clears enough for further travel.” “Rest oars-ready position!” the captain said. The oarsmen responded in unison, bringing their oars out of the water and holding them horizontal and motionless. He shook his bearded head and muttered to himself, “I don’t like it.”

When none came, he peered into the thick blanket of fog, straining to see anything. The steersman glanced frequently at the captain, anticipating orders. As the ship advanced into the fjord, visibility was reduced to about fifty feet.

The mist appeared to be getting thicker, and the apprehension on the faces of the crew grew with it. His face was stern, his right hand resting on the pommel of his sword that he had named “Dragon Claw.” Captain Roland, a tall burly brute of a man, stood on the rear deck. Sitting on their large wooden personal chests, thirty-two huge, shaggy men labored at the oars. Loaded with plunder-gold, silver, jewelry, slaves, and other assorted treasures-a Viking dragon ship glided through the dark, calm waters of the fjord.

Peter Wilson's Dream Theater by John C. Archer