Note Log 1: Just Survive Somehow

"Alright, Private Vulcan here. 8:25 PM, I guess it's a...Thursday? July 15...and uh...i don't know what year it is, probably like 1120-ish? I don't know. Supplies are slowly running out. I learned how to ration them, stretching them to at least a couple months instead of one and a half."

*Radio static*

"Ah jeez, why did i ever agreed to this? I volunteered to go 'cause i thought, 'hey! Why the heck not, right? It'll be fun!' Oh how i wish i would slap my past self for making such a foolish decision. This world...it's different. Pfft, yeah, no kidding. Thought it would be fun and now look at me. Boy, did i mess up. I messed so bad i don't even know what to do, or where to go now.

I just have to survive somehow. Yeah...that's it. I just have to survive long enough. But...long enough for what? For rescue or for the whole town of Berk to find me? Those vikings... That one person, the chief, Hiccup was it? Yeah that guy. He has a dragon. Heck, all of them do.

I can outrun them no problem but the thing is, my ADTD on my aircraft was lost in the process of outrunning three? Five? Dragon riders. In other words, it detached and fell somewhere in the woods, where wild creatures live, where those wild dragons live. My mission? Get it back. Get it back in one piece and get the heck out of here."

"Private Vulcan, signing off."