A.N.

You guys remember the boat with all of the treasure the group found while doing that scavenger hunt in Burdened Onus right? Well that ship actually has an owner, and now, they're looking for it. I don't really want to call this one a sequel, because it mostly just derives from the other rather than continue.

I don't know how many chapters this will have, so just a heads up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Hunt and Destroy

Chapter 1

Rotten Scoundrels

During the events in Burdened Onus, Hiccup sent Snotlout and the twins off on a scavenger hunt with Astrid and Fishlegs to look after their progress. Hiccup's false promise of treasure actually led them to find real treasure and they took the contents of the abandoned ship back to their home. Now the question remains, whose ship is it?

The vast ocean held none but one ship on its waters; the waves rocking it back and forth. A pierce black, partially ripped flag tossed in the sea air, a white skull with swords decorated its center alignment. The ship's hull was littered with barnacles, the deck fairing no better from the invasion of rope and fish. A fine line of cubical holes dotted its sides; their cannons resting on the deck that sported them. Below the water level and through a porthole, a room amongst the others within the upper deck sat empty of guests. Through the closed door and down the narrow halls, laughter could be heard echoing from the mess.

Within the mess, men upon men gathered around the round tables, their tankards constantly flying up to their faces before slamming back down onto the table. Rotted teeth smiled through split lips, eye patches sported on a few faces, bandanas were common among the crowd, and all were enjoying their drinks.

A group of four at a table laughed from a joke told by one of their comrades; one leaned back in his chair, tipping it to its edge. It looked like the chair was going to tip over, but the man used gravity to bring him back forward.

"That one there never gets old," one said with a thick rumble in his voice. Their laughter quickly halted when a white hand reached up and grasped one of their shoulders. The skeletal hand slid off the other man's shoulder and the body was shown. A skeleton with a broken jaw and some ripped clothing was held in front of the men. A mimicking noise of poor singing was heard from the guy controlling the skeleton, bouncing it up and down to look like his "puppet" was moving. One of the men at the table wasn't amused; ripping one of the skeleton's hands off, he used it to smack the puppeteer in the face.

"Quit messing around with our last guest." The man lay on the floor laughing, not responding to the others demand at all; the skeleton lay beside him, the shadows on its white, boned face making the illusion of fear.

The door opened, letting in a sustainable amount of light into the darkened room. A man stepped in; he was smaller and thinner than the others outside. He was laughing along with the crowd in the background, but as soon as he regained his awareness of where he was, his smile disappeared and he closed the door. The darkness took over once more, the atmosphere dimmed.

A shadowed silhouette stood by a desk on the other side of the room, its hand stroking another figure. The man at the door swallowed his sudden fear and approached the other.

"I've brought ye something, captain." He said hesitantly, setting a plate of food down on the table. The table was wide, most of it covered with a map. The map had a few stains on it, one or two knife holes, and one red x. The small figure the shadowed man was holding leaped off of its owner's arm and onto the table. Its feathers separated when it stretched its neck out to the lackeys' hand, squawking and threatening to peck a wound. The lackey retracted his hand quickly and glared at the hawk as it pecked at the food.

"We're close," the shadowed captain said in a deep tone, his back still facing his first mate.

"To what, sir?" the man asked nervously. The captain turned around and showed his face in the dimmed light. His spooky dark cast faded and his initial mysterious demeanor vanished. He smiled at his first mate with rotten teeth, his right eye hanging lower than his left, his back arched a little, and his beard dangled to his chest, tied up with rope and decorated with three small wishbones. His voice pitched a little, going from dark and sinister to a more comical tone.

"To the treasure!" He replied gleefully. He laughed hearty, "My grandfather's treasure is near, once we find the boat, we'll be richer than rich!" he said while walking around the table and beside his first mate with his hands behind his back.

"You mean you'll be richer." The lackey corrected, trying to keep his captain in line with the usual greedy leadership.

"Yes, I said that, weren't ye listening?" The captain replied with a less emotional tone.

"Sorry for asking, captain, but where exactly is the treasure?" The captain stopped beside him and stared at him with an unusual smile. Then he picked him up and tossed him at the window that was behind the table. The first mate face was squished up against the glass, his body seemingly glued to the wall.

"Look out there, do you see it?" The captain asked, not seeing anything wrong with throwing his henchmen around.

"No sir, actually my eyes are closed."

"Well then, open them Sjin." The captain stated. Walking over to the window, he peered through the small space by Sjin's head. "Do ye see that tiny spec?"

"Yes captain,"

"That is the tippy top of an island, Sjin; and on that island is where me treasure lies." He simply stated, making sure to say each word clearly for his first mate to hear and understand. Once the captain left Sjin's side, gravity seemed to work again and the man fell down onto the floor, completely breaking the captain's wooden chair into pieces. The captain didn't seem to care as he came walking to the opposite side of the table and brought his hand out for his hawk to perch on.

Sjin lifted his head up to the table and noticed the map having an x on an island. The island was home to one of many Viking tribes in the Northern Sea.

"So we're going to bombard them with fiery cannon balls and rummage through their streets until we find the treasure?" Sjin asked, a little excited for some action. They haven't terrorized people in weeks.

"No, Sjin, we're going to friendly sail to their shores, shake hands with the chief, and trade some fish." The captain said sarcastically.

"Oh," Sjin was then slammed in the face with a fish.

"No, ye fish swab! We're taking back that treasure; and the tribesmen are going to show us where it is." The captain said finally, stroking his hawk once more. "Hoist the main sail."

"Aye, aye Captain Hhons!" As Sjin made his way out, the hawk squawked at him again and he leaned back to avoid a bite; tripping on another piece of furniture again.

Captain Hhons didn't seem to care, again, and kept staring out the window at the spec on the horizon; narrowing his eyes and returning to his previous dark demeanor.

To be CONTINUED…

Bare with me with the whole pirate lingo guys, I'm not versed in it. To help with names, Sjin is pronounced like shin, your front leg area below the knee.

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