Early next morning Ambrose set off on foot, with the sword and coat of mail under a loose overcoat. From Petschenga there is a way across two isthmuses, and across Fiskerö itself, to the harbour of Anikief. Unnas was not about early enough in the morning to see Ambrose start; but when he came somewhat later to the monastery grounds, and heard that his benefactor had started for Fiskerö, he at once hurried full speed after him, and it was not long before he came upon the footprints of Ambrose. However, he did not catch him up until he had reached Anikief, and there he met such a number of strange and odd-looking people that he would not venture among them, but kept at a distance, for Unnas was not stout-hearted. So it happened that one day, according to the legend, when a fleet of Russian boats was to put out to sea in order to cast their lines, a stranger came unexpectedly to them. The stranger saluted the chief officer very politely, and said: ‘Take me with you to-day, comrades; I shall be of use to you in baiting your hooks.’ The chief officer looked at the stranger, but neither he nor any of his men could call to mind that they had ever seen him before. ‘We have men to bait our lines, men to pull the lines, and oarsmen,’ said the chief officer. ‘There are four of us as usual, and it will only cause trouble if we take more with us.’ ‘Anyhow, take me just this once,’ said the stranger; ‘I particularly want to be with you, and perhaps I may bring you good luck.’ ‘Very well, then; as you have such a great desire to be with us, I will let you,’ said the chief officer. ‘Cross yourself, say your prayer, and get into the boat.’ The stranger crossed himself in the Greek manner, bowed towards the east, and prayed, ‘Gospodi pomilui nas!’ ‘Lord have mercy upon us!’ Then he got into the boat with the rest, and they put off to the place where the lines were to be cast. They were specially fortunate that day. There were fish, so to speak, on every hook, and the boat was quite laden with them. So they rowed back again to the harbour; but, as usual, the chief officer did not venture to omit taking the course by the island of Anikief, in order to deliver a portion of the fish to the pirate who lay off there with his big ship. The stranger was decidedly of opinion that there was no need to hurry; they might just as well first row back to their own place and wait for Anika to come in person and demand the fish, if he dared. ‘Dares!’ said the chief officer. ‘He will kill us if we do not voluntarily give what he demands, and take it to him on board his ship.’ ‘Let’s see,’ suggested the stranger. They then made for the island to land there, and the stranger was the first to jump on shore. While the others were still in the boat he took hold of it by the bow, and pulled it so far up on the beach that four men together could not have done it better. ‘That fellow doesn’t want for strength,’ thought the chief officer to himself.