An Interesting Story. Part 1.
Chapter 1.
Introduction of Jack.
Today was a wonderful summer day, somewhere in the middle of May. As such the weather wasn't completely freezing. Berk was a relatively small oval shaped island, both oval and windy and it is twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees of south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery, in the Barbaric Sea.
But right now we're focused on a very small part of Berk, a small protruding cliff edge to be precise. There we will find a young man, just entering his manhood, with short, blond, wavy hair, blue eyes and a small filled out face. He was well built for his age, with exception for his arms which were a bit larger than normal due to his work. He was wearing a fur vest, covering most of his body with an exception for his hands, a leather tunic beneath. Below he was wearing a pair of trousers. On a side note he had an eel skinned backpack, the hilt of a small pickaxe sticking out of the top and an ordinary processed leather belt, one filled with different kinds of work tools. There was a pair of sheers, a small hammer, some rather large tweezers and several others. Another thing he had was a small pouch on his left leg.
As the young man was carefully walking next to the edge, giving himself the shivers by looking down it from time to time, he started wondering why he had picked to pass through here exactly. Surely he could have passed through the Mountain Giant's pass? It was much safer and there he didn't risk falling off… But no! He had to conserve time! But he personally had an extra reason to pass through here. He had already gone through the pass many times and had exhausted, gathering everything he could from it. And this one? Not a single time…! Hopefully it would be fruitful.
And it was. Looking up from the edge he noticed a pink bush just a few meters away. Walking up to it he ducked to see that it was a Mint bush. Enjoying his new find, the young man started, slowly and with learned movements, to take its leaves, one by one. He knew its uses, especially when some of his fellow Vikings had stomach pains. Picking all the useful leaves he got up, packing them in his herb pouch on his left leg and left the plant where it was and continued onwards.
Scratching his face he wondered what he would do to get some food this night? He hadn't thought about it and as such he hadn't brought a bow with which to try and hunt something. And he was even less prepared when he thought about where he would sleep…
But this wasn't a time to think for that. Continuing onwards he was soon met by a lovely, to him at least, sight. He came up onto a small garden like portion in which he saw many plants. Looking at the mixture of different colors he couldn't help but smile. White there, red there, green here, yellow over there and so on. While most of them were completely useless to him, he did see one that he had been specially looking for. Quickly running to it, taking precautions to not step on the garden like patch, he quickly started cleaning up the bush he was at.
What he missed however was the strange and out of place smell of… chocolate? Turning around after he finished with the bush he was greeted by a rather surprising sight. Four huge flowers, each much larger than the rest, were sticking out of the ground. And surprisingly enough one was facing him.
Nearly falling back he almost smashed the bush behind him. Looking at the plant and smelling its chocolaty fragrance he immediately recognized it. A Snaptrapper Dragon. Having dealt with them before however, he knew exactly how to deal with it. Opening his canteen he poured what little water he had left into the mouth open and facing at him. And then he watched as the flower slowly closed to reveal the dragon's full head. Tasting the water he had just given it, the large plant slowly nodded and opened up again. Taking the nod as a signal to leave, the young man quickly scrambled up and continued past the dragon.
Taking a deep breath after he was far away enough, he slowly opened his canteen and checked if he had actually given it all to the dragon. He had. Sighing in frustration he hurried on, seeing the end of the road that was next to the edge. But as he was about to leave the area he saw something else that caught his attention. There was a small rock, one protruding from the cliff face above. And it had a metallic glimmer. Pulling out the small pickaxe from his backpack he swung several times at it, smashing the rock into many tiny pieces. Shuffling through the rubble he took all the pieces that even slightly glittered and packed them in his backpack together with his pickaxe, knowing that they would be useful back at the forge.
Rushing out of the path he saw that a forest was standing as far as he could see in any side, with the exception of one, but the ocean was looking at him from there. Not sure how he would spend the night he decided to go a bit into the forest so that he would be shielded from the winds coming in from the ocean.
During the night he would use the hammer he had taken to knock down a few low hanging branches which he would then proceed to use to make a fireplace. He would then cook a rat he had caught, using his hammer again. And at the end of the night he would throw in as much firewood as he could into the fire to keep it going all night and use his backpack as a pillow.