The Danes went overboard, swimming or sinking, as their fate might be, and only the slain bided before us.

The ship was ours, and I looked round to see what should be next.

No other ship had come to help our prey.
Then I saw a wonderful sight.

Panic terror had fallen on the Danes, and not one ship of all that great fleet was not flying down the wind without thought of fighting.

Among them went our vessels, great and small, each doing her work well; and the Saxon shouts were full of victory.
So we must after them, and once more we boarded a longship, and had the victory; and then we were off the haven mouth, and with the flood tide the wind was coming up in gusts from the southeast that seemed to bode angry weather.