I had forgotten how often after calm comes a shift of wind, and it had been over still for an hour or so.

Then the gale blew up suddenly.
I could have stemmed the tide, as often before; but wind and tide both were my masters then.
"That was three days and two nights ago.

Never thought I to see another sunset, for by midday of that first day I broke an oar, and knew that home I could never win; so I made shift with the floor boards, as you saw, for want of canvas.

After that there is little to tell, for it was ever wave after wave, and gray flying clouds ever over me, and at night no rest, but watching white wave crests coming after me through the dark." "Some of us thought that you were a Finn, at least," said my father as the Dane paused.
"Not once or twice only on this voyage have I wished myself a Finn, or at least that I had a Finn's powers," said Lodbrok, laughing; "but there has been no magic about this business save watchfulness, and my sons' good handicraft." Then I asked the jarl how he called his sons, with a little honest envy in my heart that I could never hope to equal their skill in this matter of boat building, wherein I had been wont to take some pride of myself.
"Three sons have I in Jutland, Wulfric, my friend, and they, when they hear my story, will hold you dear to them.

Ingvar is the eldest, Hubba, the next, and the third, Halfden, is three-and-twenty, and so about your own age, as I take it, as he is also about your equal in build and strength.