The race is nigh. Fiskarinn begins to pull in the fishing lines. While grabbing the second rod, he notices a bleeding fish. With a deft hand, Fiskarinn removes the wriggling fish from its hook. Despite the loss of a catch, the fish is flung into the sea.
"Keep rowing!" Fiskarinn calls out.
"You don't have to tell me twice!" I shout in a panic.
My gaze alternates from the shore to the figure darting towards the boat. Unfortunately, I am at a loss. 'Where did the creature go?' Before I can speak, there's a blow from beneath us!
"Sh*te!" I scream.
The boat breaks in half. Fiskarinn and I are flung in opposite directions. In the water, I panic. Soon I see the source of fear.
"Shark!" The dwarf's voice is heard followed by the sound of crashing waves.
My heart races as I see a great
