(A/N: I have an important Question before we start! I've never actually described what colour Saviour is, so I want to know, what colour scales do you all picture Saviour having? Please answer soon.)
As the wrecked ship sinks beneath the waves, the others watch it from the shoreline as I sling my quiver on my back.
Ruffnut groans, "Now, we're stuck in the middle of nowhere and no one even knows where we are."
"Um, except the Boneknapper." Fishlegs says. "Legend says—"
"Hey, you know what Legend also says? Stop talking!" Snotlout sasses.
"Ok, just hold on one darn second." Fishlegs says.
"Oh my gods, did he just say darn?" I ask Astrid. "Classic Fishlegs."
Astrid wraps her arm around my waist and pulls me into a side hug.
"No need to panic, kids." Gobber says. "I've been shipwrecked many times."
"Oh. Well, that's comforting." Hiccup says, his signature sarcasm hitting the spot.
Gobber sighs comfortably as he sits down. "You never forget your first shipwreck. I was stranded on an island with only my broom."
"Why did you have your broom with you?" I ask. "Better yet, why did you have a broom attachment for your hand?"
"It was a very small island. It's no wonder the Boneknapper found me again. He never forgave me for taking that treasure. There was another island, my only escape. But I was surrounded by bloodthirsty hammerhead sharks! I only had one chance. So I ran across the shark-infested waters. I didn't think I was gonna make it. But then, from the depth of the ocean, left forth A giant hammerhead whale!"
There's a pause, before Fishlegs says, "Woah-ho-ho. And the hammerhead whale ate the Boneknapper?"
"Almost, but he got away." Gobber says.
I whisper to Astrid, "What the actual fu—"
"Babe, while I agree, watch your language." Astrid quietly scolds.
"—uh-udge. Yeah what the actual fudge. What's wrong with saying fudge?" I ask with fake innocence.
I can feel Astrid pursing her lips with frustration. If you haven't noticed, I like to be a little bratty with her.
"Years later, the dragon hunted me down again and chased me into the jungle. All I had was my trusty egg beater." Gobber continues.
"Again, who has an egg beater with them when they're in the jungle and why do you have an egg beater attachment?" I ask.
"I carved through that thick brush as fast as a jungle cat." Gobber ignores me.
"With an egg beater? How— oh nevermind."
"Still, the Boneknapper was right behind!" Gobber continues. "I ran up the side of a volcano and courageously leapt across the fiery crater. Then, deep within the burning volcano, burst forth a giant hammerhead yak!"
"Ok, wait a minute. Now you're saying a giant hammerhead yak leapt out of a fiery volcano and ate the Boneknapper?" Tuff asks.
I say to my girlfriend, "Yeah, there's no way that's—"
"Ha! You would've thought so, wouldn't you? But the dragon got away again!" Gobber says. "I knew that boney scoundrel would keep coming after me. So I set up a gauntlet of traps and waited for the beast. And when he was ready... he charged! And then I ran like the wind! But the traps failed! Then, captured, I did with any brave Viking would do..."
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The Forgotten Haddock: Short Films
ФанфикWhat if Hiccup wasn't an only child? What if he had a twin sister? What if she was blind? What if she also liked the fearless Astrid Hofferson? Find out here! (This is the third book in The Forgotten Haddock series even though two of the three techn...
