From the bridge of the V/S Þor, Árni has seen so many boats by now; from the big cruiseliners that barely notice the waves to tiny open dinghys beating their spray-soaked way west across the ocean, navigating by hope and rumour, desperate for sanctuary.

"ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE - PLEASE TURN YOUR VESSEL AROUND - WE WILL OPEN FIRE - ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE - PLEASE TURN YOUR VESSEL AROUND - WE WILL OPEN FIRE - ICELAND IS UNDER QUARANTINE…"

At least some of them seem to hear him, fewer still believe him and turn back to a dark ocean and the dying world beyond.