After this Skallagrim and his men took out to their ships and captured ship and her cargo.
And then they made an exchange, loading the ship they had taken,
but emptying one of their own which was smaller; and in this they put stones,
and bored holes and sank it. Then, as soon as ever the wind was fair,
they sailed out to sea.
It is said of shape-strong men, or men with a fit of Berserk fury on them,
that while the fit lasted they were so strong that nought could withstand them;
but when it passed off, then they were weaker than their wont.
Even so it was with Kveldulf. When the shape-strong fit went from him,
then he felt exhaustion from the onset he had made,
and became so utterly weak that he lay in bed.

And now a fair wind took them out to sea.
Kveldulf commanded the ship which they had
taken from Hallvard.
With the fair wind the ships kept well together,
and for long time were in sight of each other.
But when they were now far advanced over the main,
Kveldulf's sickness grew worse.
And when it came to this, that death was near,
then he called to him his shipmates,
and told them that he thought it likely they and
he would soon take different ways.
'I have never,' he said, 'been an ailing man;
but if it so be (as now seems likely) that I die,
then make me a coffin,
and put me overboard:
and it will go far otherwise than I think if I do not come to
Iceland and take land there.
Ye shall bear my greeting to my son Grim, when ye meet,
and tell him withal that if he come to Iceland,
and things so turn out that—unlikely as
it may seem—I be there first,
then he shall choose him a homestead as near as may be to
where I have come ashore.'