But in spring, as soon as ever the sea began to calm,
Bjorn drew forth his ship, and made him ready with all speed.
And when he was ready and got a wind, he sailed out to the main.
They had a strong breeze, and were but little time out ere
they came to the south coast of Iceland. The wind was blowing on the land;
then it bore them westwards along the coast, and so out to sea.
But when they got a shift of wind back again, then they sailed for the land.
There was not a single man on board who had been in Iceland before.
They sailed into a wondrous large firth,
the wind bearing them towards its western shore.
Land-wards nothing was seen but breakers and harbourless shore.
Then they stood slant-wise across the wind as they might (but still eastwards),
till a firth lay over against them, into which they sailed,
till all the skerries and the surf were passed.
Then they put in by a ness.
An island lay out opposite this, and a deep sound was between them:
there they made fast the ship.
A bay ran up west of the ness, and above this bay stood a good-sized rocky hill.