A/N: Lyrics to "Hälsa dem därhemma" (English translation):
On the deck I stand at night,
when the stars above are bright,
far away from friends and home,
lonely here I roam.
Swallows on their wings so high,
now in spring they homeward fly,
to the land where sunlight beams
into my childhood dreams.
Greet my dear old mother,
greet my father too,
and my little brother
when he welcomes you.
If I had wings to follow,
happy would I be.
Dearest little swallow,
greet them all from me.
Little swallow, weak and light,
night and day and day and night,
toward your goal your wings so swift
carry you away.
Swallow, listen then to me,
how I'd fly across the sea
to the meadows green at home,
oh, swallow, hear my plea.
Hälsa dem därhemma
The cool sea breeze whipped Lorens in the face as he stood on the deck of The Queen. The sky was a colorful painting, splashed with pink, orange, and purple watercolors. Somewhere, beyond the ocean's blue-green waters, a wonderful land called Scandinavia was waiting for him. Each time the wind blew, it seemed to be a call from Scandinavia to come home.
As day turned into night, Lorens could see one lonely swallow flying away. He fancied that the bird was headed for Scandinavia and called out to it, "Greet my dear old mother!" Mother. How many times had she nursed him when he had been playing just a bit too rough and had gotten a scrape or a cut, or that one time when he had caught the smallpox. Everyone had been sure that he would die, and his mother with him, since she kept such a faithful vigil by his bedside. He lived, though, all thanks to his mother. "Greet my father, too!" Father. He had carefully instructed Lorens that one day he might become a sailor, just like him. He took Lorens to the seashore once a week, if possible. "And also greet my little brother!" Hasse. At first, Hasse had been nothing but a pain and Lorens tried all the time to give his "shadow" the slip. Eventually, though, Hasse proved to be one of the best friends a boy could ever have.
"Lorens," the captain of The Queen called, "come below. It's getting cold."
"Coming, sir!" he called back, watching the swallow disappear over the faintly visible horizon line. He smiled as he went below, for, for some reason, he felt as if the swallow had heard him and would carry on his message.
A/N: What do you think? That was really short, but I liked it.