"You are so fortunate to encounter such nice weather here in the northeast. Really bad weather is coming right after you leave".
Yes, the storm (an Icelandic Nor'Easter) was on it's way. The ship's captain informed us that either 1) we could head due southwest and be caught in a horrific storm, or 2) we could go north, then west, then southeast to Reykjavik. He chose option #2, which worked out very well. The seas were calm, and everyone was happy. On our way southward, we waved to the ports of Isafjordur and Grundarfjordur, which we will visit on our way back across the Atlantic.