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The Outcast Lands EXTENDED EDITION	By : jopster11 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > How to Train Your Dragon Views: 12768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
The Sea Devils were not coming back. Things were starting to calm down, which give Stoick time to assess the damage. One ship was lost, and a good number of their weapons was gone. Luckily, there were no injuries or fatalities.
“We’re down one ship. Should we head back home and pick up another?” One of the Vikings asked.
“No,” Stoick responded quickly. “We move on. We can’t let this stop us; Berk is counting on us.”
“It’s gonna get a little cramped on both ships, especially on the other with Blue,” Gobber said.
“Blue is a very restless dragon. He doesn’t seem to like being cramped up for long periods of time,” Hiccup added.
“Then someone onboard that ship will have to fly him, every so often. We’ll have to make do with what we have. Now, let’s set sail before those beasts do decide to come back.”
“This is a mistake,” Bitwolf spoke out, before Hiccup could stop him. “Sea Devils are nothing compared to what's out there. It’s foolish to attempt such a journey with just two boats.”
Stoick’s eyes narrowed towards the young Viking. “Boy, you better learn your place when you’re on my ship.”
When Bitwolf did not back down, Hiccup had no choice but to step between them and intervene. His father still did not trust Bitwolf and had questioned the decision to bring him along. Being responsible for Bitwolf, Hiccup had to cool things down between them.
“Uh, Sorry, Dad. He didn’t mean to question your authority, especially in front of the other Vikings,” Hiccup looked back at Bitwolf with an angry look painted across his face. It was a look that said to drop this argument, immediately!
Stoick grunted as he turned away to prepare the ship to commence the journey.
* * * *
Night had fallen, and the ships used the light from the giant-sized full moon in the sky to direct their way. There was a gentle cool breeze that brought a slight chill to the night. There was just something so soothing and peaceful about the sight of a full moon along with the sound of the calm sea splashing against the sides of their ship.
Hiccup was sitting up against the side of the boat, with his arms wrapped around his knees, caught up in the mesmerizing sight and sound. It was only the voice of Astrid, who was able to break him out of it. “Big moon out tonight. ”
“Yeah. Maybe this means smooth sailing the rest of the way.”
“Odin willing. ” Astrid sat down on the ground next to Hiccup. “Listen, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I really didn’t mean to take my frustration out on you or Bitwolf, for that matter.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Losing your dragon can’t be easy.”
“That’s just it,” Astrid replied. “I’m not angry about my dragon dying. Like I said, I didn't have a strong bond with it.”
“What do you mean?” Hiccup asked.
“Everyone else has begun to forge a bond with their dragons; they’ve even given their dragons names. I've never had that kind of partnership with my dragon.”
Hiccup was starting to get the picture. He did notice more and more Vikings were giving names to dragons and bonding with them. Fireworm, the Monstrous Nightmare, was Snotlout’s dragon, and their mannerisms were nearly identicle. Fishlegs had the same rapport with his Gronkle, Horrorcow. Even more recently, His father had come to grow close to two dragons: a Gronkle named Newtsbreath, and a Monstrous Nightmare named Hookfang. Ruffnut and Tuffnut still had to name their’s; they were always fighting about what to name their Hideous Zippleback. Bitwolf was not yet ready to have his own Dragon. Hiccup was not ready to put him in charge over any one dragon’s care.
“I’m sure that when we get back, we can find a dragon that you can relate to… and bond with.”
“I don’t want just any dragon,” Astrid said, shaking her head. “Let’s face it; most of our dragons at Berk are not that bright. They’ll be friends with whoever gives them a fish. I want a dragon that can understand me. I want to share the same kind of bond with a dragon as you share with Toothless.” Astrid scooted up right next to him and laid her head on his shoulder as she staired up at the moon.
Hiccup could understand why she felt the way she did. She was a very aggressive girl, who really only sought to prove herself to all the men that she belonged. In a way, she was very much like Hiccup. While he was shy and timid in his approach to loneliness, she was strong and bold in her approach. They were two different approaches, but for them, they both had led them down a path of seclusion. Maybe that was why the two of them hit it off so well. Most people would look at them and see polar opposites, but the way Hiccup saw it, they were kindred spirits, but just in different disguises.
“I—I’m sure that somewhere, out there, there’s a dragon flying around waiting for a friend like you.”
When Astrid did not reply, he gently turned his head to see that she had fallen asleep with her head still on his shoulder. She had been more exhausted than she appeared, but that was probably the case for most of the Vikings here.
With Astrid fast asleep, Hiccup returned his gaze to the moon until he had dozed off, as well.
* * * *
A loud crackle of thunder startled Hiccup awake. He sat up, to see that he was drenched to the bone as the clouds unleashed their fury upon them. The waves were rocking the boat violently. He realized how tired he must have been to be able to sleep part-way through a massive storm like this.
He jumped up to the feet just as the boat began to be lifted by a giant waved. The angle the boat took caused him to stumble back into the side of the boat. His artificial foot was making it near impossible to stay on his foot when the boat was unsteady. He found himself needing the support of the rim to stay on his feet.
All the Vikings were franticly trying to hunker down to keep the high winds from destroying the central mast sail. All paddles were drawn into the ship so not to have them ripped away by the sea. At the other end of the ship, Toothless was unnerved by the violent storm. He was trying to stay out of everyone’s way, but the dragon main focus were on all the streaks of lighting in the sky.
Hiccup used the ship’s rim to aid him as he fought against almost everything to get towards his father. He was getting in the way of a few Vikings, who were busy trying to keep the ship afloat, but under the circumstances, no one was going to complain about it. “Dad, what’s going on?”
“The fury of Helheim is against us. This storm came out no where.”
A wave pounded against the side of the boat, further drenching Hiccup in a large splash of water. The water knocked him off his feet and unto his knees.
As busy as Stoick was, he could see that his son was having trouble staying on his feet. The boy had never been on a ship during a severe storm with his artificial foot. “Hiccup, stay low or you’ll be washed overboard!”
“I can still help!” Hiccup pulled himself to his feet, and ran to help Snotlout and Bitwolf with one of the ropes attached to the central mast to keep it from breaking. It was taking three ropes just to keep it steady. On one of the other ropes, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were helping two adult Vikings.
“Daisy? That’s a stupid name! I don’t want my dragon given a girly name. Besides, the dragon’s a boy!” Tuffnut scowled.
“No she’s not, and you’re an idiot!” Ruffnut replied.
“Ah, show’s what you know! Everyone knows that I’m the smart one!”
“You don’t even know what sex our dragon is!”
Hiccup shook his head, even will all Helheim breaking loose around them, the twins always had time to fight. The boat started to climb over another big wave. As the front of the boat started to rise, Hiccup lost his footing and his grip on the rope.
Hiccup slid towards the back of the boat where the angle of the boat had become so steep, he was heading right towards the water. He scratched and clawed for something to grab hold of, but his fingers could find nothing. “Whoa!”
“Hiccup!” Astrid ran for Hiccup as Bitwolf instinctively prepared the rope for Astrid, knowing what she was going to attempt to do. She ran past Bitwolf, grabbing the rope as she went by, then leaped onto her chest. She slid down the soaked wood-planked floor, sloshing in the water on the way down. Snapping her left arm out, her hands clasped onto his. Seeing that she had him, Bitwolf tightened the rope, and Astrid felt her body swing around violently, but she managed to keep her hold of the rope. The two young Vikings dangled there until the ship made it over the wave.
Stoick was quick to get over to Hiccup and Astrid and help them back onto their feet. “You two okay?”
“Yeah, that was a little too close,” Hiccup replied.
“Uh, Stoick, we’ve got a wee bit of a problem!” Gobber said.
He looked out to see that the last wave had turned them sideways, and now an even bigger wave was coming at them that could easily tip them over. “Rowers to port side; turn us starboard!”
Four Vikings went to the port side of the ship and stuck their paddles out of the holes in the side of the ship. They fought against the water and gave it their all to get the ship to face towards the coming wave.
They managed to get the ship diagonal to the wave when it came crashing down on them. All the Vikings held on with all of their might. Astrid held on to boat as tightly as she could, but the wave of water proved to be too much. She bellowed out a scream as the water picked her up and threw her overboard.
"Astrid!" Hiccup screamed.
As the wave had cleared, Hiccup ran to the side of the boat to see Astrid struggling to keep afloat in the deadly ocean water. She would not be able to stay afloat for very long; these waves would quickly crash down on her and drown her. Without thinking, he climbed up onto the side of the boat.
"Hiccup, don't!" Stoick shouted.
Hiccup leapt into the ocean. Nothing more was important, at that very moment, than to save Astrid. He was not about to leave her in the water to drown. He swam against the wind and the waves to get to Astrid. When he reached her, he realized that jumping into the water was not the best idea he ever had.
“Are you *gasp* crazy? What were *gasp* you thinking?”
“Seemed like *gasp* a good idea *gasp* at the time.”
Toothless was going frantic. To see Hiccup in danger, and being helpless to do anything about, was causing the dragon to become uncontrollable. Never in his life did the dragon feel so helpless.
The waves were pulling the two young Vikings away from the ship, and Stoick knew that it would be impossible to get the ship to them in this weather. “Who here can ride the Night Fury?”
Bitwolf grumbled, cursing this whole journey under his breath. He ran over to the dragon, but the second he approached, Toothless growled threateningly at him. The dragon was not about to let him on his back. Bitwolf had no choice but raise his hands in surrender and back away.
“I can do it,” Snotlout said, stepping up to the Night Fury.
Toothless was at ease with Snotlout, and allowed him to climb onto his back. When on top, Snotlout found it very weird to be riding on a saddle. Getting his foot into the pedal that was specifically designed for Hiccup’s artificial foot was awkward, but he was sure he could get a handle on it. He managed to get the artificial fin to expand and then Toothless took it from there.
The dragon did not need commands or directions; he already knew what had to be done, and how to do it; all he needed was someone to ride on his back and keep the artificial tail fin from collapsing.
Toothless leapt into the sky and fought against the wind to reach the two young Vikings in distress. Like any other dragons, he was stronger than he appeared; and though flying against the wind proved challenging, his determination gave him the strength to reach them. He swooped down aggressively and scooped them out of the water. After gaining enough distance from the water, he rode the wind all the way back to the ship. After gently placing the young Vikings onto the deck, he flew to the other side of the mass to land.
Helping Snotlout off the back were Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Stoick ran to his son and helped him and Astrid to the feet. “The storm’s getting worse. You may want to stay close to Toothless, seeing that he is adequate in maneuvering above and below water.”
“Hey Stoick, you should take a look at this!” Gobber called out to him, shouting over the loud whooshing of the wind and the sizzle-like sound of the rain coming down.
Stoick pushed his way over to Gobber who was at the starboard bow of the ship. “What do you see?”
“Land! There’s a giant island directly ahead!”
It was so dark outside, that it was impossible to see anything. It was only for a split second, during a bright flash of lightning, was he able to see an outline of the island with a giant mountain at the very heart of it. It looked very much like a volcano, which quickly told him that this was not the island they were looking for. “That’s not our destination.”
“No, but it’s our salvation! We’ve got to get to shore and take shelter. We’ve not seen the worse of this storm, yet; and I don’t think we want to, either.”
Stoick knew that he was right; if they stayed out on the sea for much longer, none of them were going to survive. They had to head towards the shore and take shelter for the night; the journey could wait until the storm passed. “Set sail for that island. All men to their stations and row as hard as you’re capable of. All weak swimmers, head towards the Night Fury and my son, in case we capsize.”
Astrid was not a weak swimmer, but she joined Hiccup over by Toothless to help him with anyone who may need it. It turned out that the only one that came over was Fishlegs, which came to no surprise to anyone.
Stoick looked back to look for the second ship, but he could not see them through the rain. “Gobber, do you see the other ship?”
“A Monstrous Strangulator can see better than I can right now,” Gobber shrugged.
“Hiccup! Have Toothless fire up puffs of flames up into the sky. I need them to know about our change of course.”
Hiccup nodded and walked around to the dragons neck. “Toothless, let’s shoot some fire up in that direction!” Hiccup pointed up where he wanted the shots to be fired.
Toothless understood and looked in the direction that Hiccup had pointed. When Hiccup tapped him on the side of his neck, Toothless spat out a strong puff of blue flames. Hiccup had Toothless do it again one minute later, and then one final time a minute after that.
“Good, now hold on tight. It’s going to be a rough ride to shore,” Stoick said.
The waves continued to pound on the ship as the Vikings fought against nature to reach the shore. They were making good progress, and the island was growing closer and closer. Hiccup had a good feeling that they were going to make it through this after all.
“Hey look!” Astrid called out.
Everyone looked up to the sky to see Blue flying past them over their heads. As he passed them, he unleashed a breath of flames. Hiccup could see the shadow of a Viking on the dragon’s back; the other ship was acknowledging the course adjustment.
“Good, they got the message, and they’re sending someone out to scout the shore.” Stoick said, feeling better now that he knew that the other ship was still following them.
“Rock!” One of the Vikings yelled from the front of the boat. The Viking came running up to Gobber and Stoick in sheer terror. “We’re heading straight for a rock!”
Shielding his eyes from the rain that was coming in at his face, he made his way to the front of the ship and looked out. As soon as another lightning flash lit up the sky, he could see the giant boulder that was sticking out of the sea. And they were on a collision course right for it. “Hard to port side!”
All the rowers on the starboard side ceased rowing as the rowers on port side paddled as hard as they could. They were able to point the ship to the left of the boulder, but the waves continued to push them straight for it anyway.
The sea threw their starboard side right into the rock. It ripped the side of the boat to shreds, and ripped up planks from the hull. The ship immediately began to take on water.
There was no way around this kind of damage; they had less than a minute before the boat would be completely submerged. The ship was already ripping apart. “Abandon ship! Everyone, swim for the shore!”
“But, but, but… I can’t swim!” Fishlegs said franticly, watching the water climb up to his ankles.
“Get on, quick!” Hiccup said, pushing him towards the saddle on Toothless’ back. “Toothless is a good swimmer. He’ll get you to the shore. Just hold on tight.” Hiccup helped his chubby friend climb onto the saddle, and he showed him where to hold on to.
“How about you, Hiccup? With your foot, you’re not the best swimmer either, especially in this.” Astrid asked.
“We'll both need to hold onto the straps of the saddle. We should be able to make it,” Hiccup replied. The water was already up to their knees and rising. “Okay Toothless, we’re depending on you. Let’s jump!”
Astrid and Hiccup jumped out of the sinking boat first followed by Toothless. “Whoa!” Fishlegs yowled as the dragon leaped head-first into the water.
Astrid and Hiccup were able to tread water until Toothless’ head reemerged from the water. When he did, they swam to the dragon and felt for a strap until they could find it.
“Go on, Toothless! Everybody, hold your breath!”
Toothless grunted as he dived into the water. Under the sea, the dragon swam with amazing speed and agility. He swam almost like a serpent, but with his claws paddling wildly. Occasionally, Toothless came up for air; not necessarily for him, but for the three young Vikings who had smaller lungs and were unable to hold their breaths for long periods of time.
It was not long before the water became shallow enough for them to walk on. Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs went by foot the rest of way onto the shore. As soon as they stepped foot onto the sandy beach, the young Vikings collapsed with exhaustion. They watched as one by one, Vikings started to swim on shore.
All the young Vikings were among the first to arrive on shore, which put Hiccup’s mind at ease. Further calming his nerves was when his father and Gobber came on shore. Hiccup was not sure if Gobber would be a good swimmer, but seeing him coming onto the shore told him otherwise. Perhaps some time, he could ask him to help him become a better swimmer.
The rain started to subside as more Vikings came on shore. The clouds were evaporating before their very eyes at an unreal pace. Hiccup had to question if there was more to this storm than they realized.
Hiccup was not the only one who noticed the sudden change in the weather. Stoick was puzzled to see the full moon starting to peek through the clouds. “What in Odin’s name?”
“Crazy weather we’re having,” Gobber commented.
Stoick was really curious about the weather, but there were more important to worry about first. “Okay, we have to set up camp for the night. We need two camps; one for the men and one for the women. The priority is to get some fires going and getting dry.”
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