The fishermen took out a full net and threw it to the bottom of the boat.
‘Good fishing, Stenvord.’
‘Good? Come on, Björn! It’s excellent! The first great catch since long ago!’
‘Right’, hIs friend agreed. ‘BuT can you see how black the horizon is?..’
‘Never mind, buddy! Those are just clouds! We’ll get back to the shore before they even catch up with us. Look, it would be a good idea to thank the sea for its gifts. It’s so nice to us today, isn’t it? Hey, sea! Do you here me?’, the young fisherman shouted into the distance, his hands folded in a mouthpiece.
As a sign of approval, the wave rocked the boat slightly.
‘Thank you, sea, for pampering us today!’
Stenvord was freeing the fish from the net; his hands were shaking with excitement. But even the friend’s childish joy could not distract Björn’s restless thoughts from the huge cloud slithering lazily toward them.
The fish were trying to slip out of the Viking’s strong hands, beating him with their tail fins. But breaking out of those strong hands was not easy, so the fish pierced Stenvord’s fingers and made him scream in pain.
‘Go to hell!’, the Viking shouted angrily and threw the sea bass aside.
‘Why the exaltation, Sten?’, exclaimed Björn. ‘You are excited like a spring chicken anticipating a date with his yellow-faced sweetheart!’
Stenvord noticed that his friend’s lips curled in a sneer. He didn’t answer, though. Björn was amused by the Viking’s sensitivity, which still increased his desire to annoy the vulnerable young man. Once again he saw that Stenvord looked like his younger brother.