By that time no two Danish ships were in company, and the tide was setting them out to sea.
"Here is a gale coming," said Kolgrim, looking at the sky and the whitening wave crests.

"We had best get our ships into this haven while we can." It seemed that Thord was of the same mind, for now he was heading homeward, and the other Saxons were putting about and following him.

So I got men into the best of the ships we had taken, and waited till Thord in Odda's ship led the way, and so followed into Poole Harbour.
Well it was for us that we had refuge so handy.

For by noonday the gale was blowing from the southwest, and two Danish ships were wrecked in trying to gain the harbour--preferring to yield to us rather than face the sea, with a lee shore, rocky and hopeless, waiting for them.
We went into the Poole inlet, which is on the eastern side of the wide waters of the haven, and there found good berths enough.

The village was empty, save for a few Saxon fishermen, who hailed us joyfully.