And so, while the crews were toiling on to protect the sinking parts of the vessels from the flood of waters, the enemy hove close up.
Thus, as they fell to their arms, the flood came upon them harder, and as they prepared to fight, they found they must swim for it.

Waves, not weapons, fought for Erik, and the sea, which he had himself Enabled to approach and do harm, battled for him.

Thus Erik made better use of the billow than of the steel, and by the effectual aid of the waters seemed to fight in his own absence, the ocean lending him defence.

The victory was given to his craft; for a flooded ship could not endure a battle.
Thus was Odd slain with all his crew; the look-outs were captured, and it was found that no man escaped to tell the tale of the disaster.
Erik, when the massacre was accomplished, made a rapid retreat, and put in at the isle Lesso.

Finding nothing there to appease his hunger, he sent the spoil homeward on two ships, which were to bring back supplies for another year.