"I've got a bad feeling about this whole thing Rooster and everyone else here is thinking the same thing," Pops pointed out. Glancing at the elderly Viking out of the corner of his eye, Rooster the Wise replied, "We'll be fine. We find the nest and we get rid of the dragons. I don't care if we chase them off or kill them, though the latter would be nice."
"Okay, I guess that's the plan but should I remind you we don't even know where we're going?" Pops responded. The elderly Viking was about to continue rambling when both he and Rooster heard a weird sound behind them. Turning around, they discovered it was coming from the Rabbu. Its pupils now thin slits in a sea of sky blue, the beast was tilting its head left and right while it made a strange purring sound that was like a chorus of crickets.
"Let me steer the ship," Rooster grumbled to the helmsman. Nodding his head briskly, the other Viking moved out of the way while the chieftain grasped the wooden handle. The Rabbu raised its head at the same time, gazing off to the right. Turning the ship to go right, Rooster kept a close eye on the dragon. He never missed a single turn of the head. It wasn't long until they made their way out of the fog and arrived at the rocky beach of an island.
The air was filled with the sound of strange purring noises.
"This is it. This is the nest," Rooster mumbled, astonished that he had finally found it after so long. Everyone was amazed at the sight before them. The Rabbu, meanwhile, now seemed to be panicking as it tossed its head about, trying to get free of its bonds. While everyone else was as still as statues, Rooster jumped off the boat and landed on the rocky beach.
The purring noises stopped.
