He swore like a madman and jabbed at me with an oar, for he must have seen death in my eyes. I got past it and got one in with my stick that crushed his head like an egg.
Hann bannaði sum svakur og stakk árina eftir mær, tí hann man hava sæð deyðan í eygum mínum. Eg slapp mær undan og megnaði at høgga til við stavinum soleiðis, at høvdið knústist sum eitt egg.