The Dragon Master Part II: Rewritten (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Drago's orders

(Normal pov)

Krogan and Enyo spotted a large fleet of ships flying sails of a large sword right down the middle of a dragon's skull; their decks filled to the brim with dragon traps and cages— all occupied by unfortunate dragons that had been caught by Drago's Trapper and Hunter squads. However their destination among the cluster was the massive ship in the centre of it all; nearly five times the size of all the vessels in its company. From their vantage in the sky they observed the crew lowering the cages down into the hold. Presumably to be given the armour that was required for all dragons in his army. Drago wanted to make sure that his dragons would come out on top in every fight.

The captain of the ship spotted them. He had been informed by Drago to expect two of his high ranking Dragon Flyers. He turned to one of the deckhands, "Tell Drago they've arrived." The man nodded, immediately heading in the direction of their Master.

The Singetail and Triple Stryke landed on the deck as a few men came over with barrels of fish to feed their dragons. Krogan was the first to dismount, walking immediately to the captain on deck. "Where's Drago?" He demanded in a firm tone.

"I just ordered one of my men to relay your arrival to him." The captain said, they waited no more than a minute before the deckhand returned.

"Drago requests that they meet him in his quarters."

Krogan needed no further conversation, stepping past the captain with Enyo close behind him.

"What's today's meeting about?" He heard the captain call after him. He also heard the rushing of feet to catch up to him.

"That's none of your concern, Captain." Krogan didn't slow his pace while answering the captain. It wasn't to be when the captain stepped right in front of him and staring him down. The two men were of equal height and physique. The only difference was their rank.

"I don't appreciate you arriving on my ship and treating me like I'm one of your subordinates Krogan."

"You are one of my subordinates. What Drago and I have to discuss is none of your concern. Your job is to make sure this ship gets from point A to point B. No more no less. I hardly see how that plays into what our discussion will be. Now if you will excuse me." Krogan made an attempt to move past him but was stopped when the captain grabbed him firmly by his elbow, Krogan groaned and stared at the captain.

"You may be the leader of the Dragon Flyers in this army. You may be of a higher rank. But don't you forget who controls the entire fleet. Who knows? Maybe one day our ships won't be able to make it in time to support you." He released his elbow and walked away, believing he got his point across. But just as he had cut off Krogan's path, his Singetail cut his path off; roaring menacingly and baring its razor sharp teeth at him; the smell of fish and blood present with every exhale, causing the captain to yelp in fear and back away from the Titan Wing dragon.

"And don't you forget who decides who lives or dies. And besides, I believe your first mate might love the promotion if his captain had an unfortunate accident with one of the dragons on deck." Krogan didn't bother of turning around to issue the threat. With a snap of his fingers, his Singetail backed off the captain, and moved back to his spot next to Enyo's Triple Stryke. Enyo had been watching the confrontation silently. She knew she didn't have to intervene. Anyone who attempted to threaten Krogan was either killed or given one warning. It was thanks to the captains rank that he wasn't bitten in half already.

The two Flyers continued towards the two lone doors at the end of the ship, below the upper deck. The same symbol on the sails was carved directly down the middle of the doors. Two soldiers rushed to the doors, opening them for Krogan and Enyo; closing them once they walked inside. The room was dimly lit. Night Fury skulls and swords were the two decorations hanging on all four walls of the room. At the far end was a single table with two candles and a mountain of a man facing it, peering over what Krogan assumed was a map of some sort.