The Sealpelt aka Selshamurinn

I don't know why but after reading this myth below I want one of those seapelts from Vikprjonsdottir.
Seriously think about it: build a Lego city and put on that Sealpelt and then go nuts...
RAWRRR, S-S-Seapeltzilla... Awhhhh  pew pew!
Or imagine how fun it would be to chill on a cold night on the balcony wearing
nothing but the Sealpelt... oh it's okay you silly prudes my neighbours are allready
used to my weird way of thinking... jeez ;)

In the Icelandic myths, seals are believed to be condemned by humans.
One ancient story from the south of Iceland is about a farmet who early
one morning finds a sealpelt lying on the beach. In a cave nearby,
he hears vioces and music. He takes the sealpelt home and hides it in a woodenchest.
Few days later he returns to the beach and finds a crying, naked,
young woman sitting on a rock. He brings her to his house where she stays,
but he never tells her about the pelt. As time goes by they get married and have children.
But the young woman is restless and often stares quietly out of the window at the ocean.
One day when the farmer goes fishing, his wife accidentally finds the key of the chest,
opens it and discovers the missing pelt. She takes leave of her children,
puts the pelt on and before she dives into the ocean she says: “ I am vary anxious,
with seven children on land an seven in the sea.” She never comes back
but the farmer misses her terribly. Later when he goes fishing there often is a
seal near his boat and its eyes are filled with tears. It is said that the farmer
becomes a very  lucky fisherman. And when his children play at the beach
there often is a seal swimming close to land. Sometimes it brings them beautiful
stones and colorful fishes. But their mother never returned - Vík Prjónsdóttir

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