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Chapter 6

Open skies

(The entire Berkian flock of dragons cruises through a glorious cloudscape of towering cumulous skyscrapers, hauling their riders and everything they can carry -- including an entire Viking ship loaded with supplies, and one loaded with sheep, dressed in dragon costumes. One of them exchanges a nervous look with a passing Monstrous Nightmare. You are at the head of the pack. A flurry of dragons and riders follow you into the distance, over miles of endless sea, toward a late, setting sun. The horizon is gleaming and bright, filled with promise. The crowd of dragons and their riders are parted by Fishlegs, who uncomfortably makes his way through the crowd with the screaming baby Gronckle on his back)

Fishlegs: Ah, excuse me, coming through... let me just get right through here. Fishmeat look! Eat your rocks, eat your rocks!

Snotlout: Gods! People who fly with babies are the worst!

(Fishmeat burps up a slug of molten lava, barely missing Snotlout's head, Gobber pushes through the front line of the formation, past Valka, hicca and Astrid, toward you. He eyes the horizon, then turns to you)

Gobber: I feel like i'm always asking you this question but -

(Suddenly, he starts to fall slowly)

Gobber: Whoa! Wake up, grump! Wake up! Is there an actual plan or--

Hicca: -- Just keep flying until we reach the end of the world.

Y/n: What she said.

(Gobber eyes the horizon again, grimacing)

Gobber: Ah. seems... sensible.

Berk

(A massive armada is gathered offshore. Berk is lies completely deserted. Sign of a hasty departure everywhere. Grimmel sits at the base of the Stoick statue, munching an apple skewered from the tip of his dagger. A map is spread out at his feet. He ponders it, casually chewing. His Deathgrippers hiss and gather as the warlords approach, mounting the steps as they take in the abandoned village. Below, their soldiers spread out, searching the buildings)

Chaghatai: So? Where are they?

(Grimmel holds up his hands, gesturing to the surroundings)

Grimmel: Gone, obviously.

Griselda: The Night Fury escaped you? Again?

(Grimmel smiles. Takes another bite from the apple)

Grimmel: I encouraged it! They've abandoned their only defensible position.

Open skies

(We see the flock of dragons continue flying toward the horizon as grimmel continues to talk)

Grimmel: Running scared, with what little they can carry.

(Snotlout pulls up on the other side of them, stretched out on hookfang like he's riding a harley)

Snotlout: Ugh! It just keeps going.

Tuff: That's 'cause the world is actually round.

(You sigh, exasperated. Astrid, hicca and valka giggle)

Tuff: The sun's round. The moon's round. Stars are round. Even though they're small and stupid.

(Ruff snickers)

Tuff: Right? Stars.

Berk

(Grimmel continues to pace, placating the restless warlords)