Part 20 (arrangement)

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Fishlegs POV 

The attack was early that I expected, though the danger has been done and lives have been lost, so as our home but there is no need for regret right now because we are all must fill lucky that we are alive. It is still a shock even though we suspect it or was it just because we attacked out of the blue. Odd they know we are defenseless and all our catapults location when they destroy them, they may be a maul in the tribe of Berk but we can't just start pointing fingers during this time to mourn.

We might not all will make it out alive if it wasn't thanks to the Dragon master, without him and his troops, we would be goners and have a front roll ticket to Valhalla, much I would love to meet Odin and Thor but it might be too early for that, I still have a daughter to raise and feed. Speaking of feeding, our supplies are going low and we all are cold and wet, our clothes that were packed were thrown into the ocean during the battle to increase the speed and reduce the weight and it has led us to a disadvantage if starvation don't kill us, the cold will. Just hope it doesn't come to any oh that.

We were warming each other using body heat, and that's how I ended up in the middle of the Thorston sandwich. The scent of salt was not helping as well, Sure we adult Vikings are used to it but the children that are not older then 5 winters were not having it, as they occasionally vomit and they are as pale as ghosts, that if how they look like.

"Darn this rats with wings!!" Tuffnut complains as he protects his raw yet editable potato from the seagulls that circle around our ships as one tried to steal Tuff's potato. "Don't make me cook you into roasted sea chicken!" He then threaten which earn a mocking like-laugh from the seagulls or am I just going nuts? Are the twins craziness contagious, probably cause I have been with Ruff for many years. Oh Thor

"Stop being so dramatic! Your only going to encourage those sea chickens" Gobber advice while Tuff pouted.

"Yeah troll face, the birds find you more amusing then we do!" Ruffnut insulted her brother

"Ha-at least they are smart, they know you smell like cod livers and they will probably die once they smell your deadly odor!" Tuffnut shot back, sounding confident and smug. Ruffnut was about to snap back and pounce on him but she stops when we heard the whistle of the NightFury and roars of other dragons around the arena and instantly

"NIGHT FURY!! GET DOWN!!" Shouted a Viking as he dives into some crates as his shield and when that was said moms and dads when on to protect their children by raising their shields as cover and others hit the deck and put their hands on their helmets.

I and the twins know who it was and also know that the others that followed him was not interested in hurting us, or they are but just obeying the Dragon master's orders. We watch the flying black figure of the offspring of lightning and death itself zooming closer towards our ships and stop to hover above us followed by 4 Rumblehorns as well who have to drop some wooden crates onto our ships then the Night Fury landed with grace followed by 2 Changewings which they were carrying a few Speedstingers as well, as they hissed and glared at us as they wait for further orders and defending the Dragon master.

Hiccup as known as the Dragon master jumps off his saddle then proceeds to show some affection towards his dragon which cooed in response. I stared in awe, we were taught and learn how to hate and kill dragons but I never have personally thing against them, we are all brought to Midgard whether you are all skin, scale or fur, we do what we can to hunt for food to survive.

"Greetings Hooligans, I have to drop some supplies of food and drinkable water and some warm clothing as well. I hope it will be enough for your trip to our island" the Dragon master state as Stoick walk forward to stand inches away near him as the Dragon master's personal guards draw their weapons, ready to defend if our chief or any surrounding Viking have any funny business planned and meanwhile the Dragon master doesn't look to faze about it.

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