So we got kind of a late start, and by the time we got to the fjords, they were there. They didn't look like eels as much as they looked like long, slimy, snake-like things. They slid out of the water and casually relaxed on blankets and lawn chairs rented from an odd looking rock (on later inspection, it turns out that the rock was actually just sitting there conveniently and the snake-like things were just piling up money in front of it) (Don't ask me where they got money) (By the way, does anyone know where I can get a mauve BMW?) A few passers-by stopped and were having in depth discussions with the snake-like things about the nature of the universe and the existence of potato chips. Some of the snake-like things were body surfing (tubing?), and a small cookout had started up (the chef had to be treated for 3rd degree burns by the time it was over).
We started down to the beach when a large, whale-like object rose from the sea and moved to ground itself on the beach. I don't know what it said, but the snake-like things seemed to collectively sigh and climb into the whale-like thing (it must have been some kind of ship based on the fact it had some kind of running light on its tail and it had TRANS - EEL SHIPLINES stenciled on its side)
The whale-like thing slid away from the beach, leaving the towels, chairs and cookout. (the food wasn't too bad, but the chairs and towels were too slimy).
All in all, it turned out to be a pretty good afternoon. The sun was bright, the water was warm. The only problem was this tree that was growing out of the sand. Every time we moved, we managed to end up in the shade. Oh well, skin cancer isn't such a good idea anyway...