Disclaimer: I own nothting by Bluebell and the narrator...and some characters what come up later...
NOTE: I am using both the movie and the books, though it is mostly based of the movie there may be some tips of the hat to book characters or events.
The Island of Berk…not your ideal vacation home to say the least. First, the nights were cold, the days were cold, and the in-between times were
cold. The ground was cold, the trees were cold, and the food was cold. Did I mention it was cold? The only thing that wasn't cold on this
godforsaken
island wanted to eat you. All in all, my bet is if you've got a friend with a little bit of land on this hell hole, they would be willing to pay you if you
would just take it from them. My advice? DON'T!
Now, to be fair, my short visits to Berk in the past years have always been filled with the jolly company of the only people brave and strong
enough…or more likely stupid and stubborn enough to make a permanent life on this desolate rock, the Vikings of the Hooligan Tribe. Less then
hospitable, I am often greeted by a great many sharp objects and swear words, until they realize it's me and it changes into hard blows to the
back and a great lot of "hows ya' been Lassy!" and "Hows the youngins?" I then promptly remind them I have no 'youngins'. To that they retort
along the lines of "haha Then your man aint doin' his job!" followed by a great many joking invitations and a few more blows to the back. In the
event that my Husband is there to hear this, and his presence does little to stop the talk, all of this is coupled by a reassuring and protective arm
around my waist and a few shared looks and shrugs.
Berk, an island so far out of the way god himself has forgotten it existed. So cold you can get hypothermia at noon in the summer of your unlucky.
Where, to the people, creativity a word grouped with 'imaginary', 'dreams', and 'bath'. A places where the most flavorful thing you will have is
water. A place I once called home…and still do regardless of the years I've spent away. A place I've found family, friends, adventure, love, and loss
and I've got just the right story to tell, just in case you don't take my word for it. Its about a young girl, who like you, wasn't born here. Her name
was Bluebell and this is how she found her way from the cold dark world in to the slightly less cold homes and almost warm hearts of the ruff and
tuff inhabitance of this bleak little speck of an island called Berk.
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