For years, we feared and respected Seabear. We knew he lived in the waters surrounding Iceland (where the people referred to him as Sindri Már Sigfússon), and we knew he was a peaceful beast, but we also knew not to be drawn in by his indie-folk siren song, lest we offend the ancient creature and find ourselves crushed between his powerful jaws. As long as we left Seabear untouched, he would afford us the same courtesy. Those peaceful days are over now, for a fool has disturbed Seabear, perhaps in a misguided search for the beast's legendary treasures.