I was just a teenager when this actually happened. Like everyone else in our small country I felt for the people of the Westmann Islands who again had lost men at sea, but I was also fascinated by the sole survivor. They named him the seal-man, referring to his body fat, which they believed had kept him alive in the sea. The images of this unusual man stayed with me. Not your stereotypical hero, but still someone who had beat the odds. Nearly 30 years later and after the economic meltdown, I felt an urge to tell this particular story. For a nation that had been riding high on a wave of a superiority complex and was fighting not to surrender to the opposite, I felt that it was important for us to get our heads straight, face who we really are, reflect on what we’re made of and remind ourselves of the heroes who endured the harsh conditions of the frigid seas in the far north for centuries and created the modern society we now enjoy. The Westmann Islands’ fishing community is one of many similar places around Iceland. When a group of men goes out to sea (or to war or to the mines in other cases), the ones who stay behind realise the danger that lurks behind the corner and silently hope that they will return safely. This survival story pays tribute to all those heroes who have died at sea.