It was not a bad island, and Dalfin said that there should be fishers here, though he was in no way certain.

All round us the sea birds flitted, scolding us for our nearness to their nests among the hills and on the edge of the moor, and they were very tame, as if unused to the sight of man.

I thought we could make out some goats feeding on the hill side, but that was all.

So far as we could judge, the island may have been a mile long, or less, and a half mile across.
We went back to the lee of the sand hills after seeing that there was no better shelter at hand.

There it seemed warm after the long days on the open sea, but we were very wet.