If someone were to sail into Sauda Bay right at this moment, the first impression would be one of profound calm, clear skies overhead and sunlight glinting off an empty, undisturbed sea, especially in the absence of merchant traffic. Yet a glance toward the coastline, particularly the northern mouth of the bay, would reveal the truth beneath that serenity. A tense confrontation was taking shape. And even temporary bastions were being erected along the port, solid signs that what loomed ahead was not a minor skirmish, but a war to the death.
