They were getting used to life at sea. It was interesting to see how their priories had changed from when they first started out. The skipper was making a pudding when a wave landed on top of them. Everyone dived to save the pudding and ignored everything else. The spatula had been washed clean across the boat but no one had payed any attention to it!
Trondur had a new trick for getting food. He put a piece of whale blubber on his fishing hook, and cast it out where a flock of fulmars were resting. They pecked at it and were soon squabbling over who should get it. One greedy fellow took the whole hook in his mouth. Trondur reeled him in, and cast the line back out. But soon the birds wouldn't fall for it. Then Trondur told Edan to reel the line in slowly. The birds followed it, trying to keep one eye on the bait and the other on the strange boat. When they got close enough, Trondur hit the nearest one over the head with the boat hook, breaking its neck. They boiled the seagulls to make a kind of soup, and it was a success. It was a nice supplement to their diet of dried and preserved foods.
Brendan made it to Iceland safely. She landed in the harbor of Reykjavik without any trouble at all.
More soon!
Bell
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