I was glad to wake up and see that the first chapter has been read, reviewed and followed so I present to you the second chapter of my story, lets see how it pans out…..

A Ruff Nut To Crack

Chapter Two - Where Am I?

I fainted? I couldn't believe I had fainted, but then again in dreams I really couldn't believe half of the things I did, I mean I very nearly died and here I am stuck on some viking land, I only have two guesses that they truly are a friendly tribe or they are just making me better so I will last longer during torture and execution, well Im an english privateer, they cant make and break me like that, I yawned slightly as I drifted back into the real world and felt the comfortable warmth of a bed beneath me and a soft pillow at my bandaged head, I opened my eyes and slowly took in my surroundings, the entire room was wooden apart from the things on the wooden tables and the flagon of water that was next to the bed, they couldn't be holding me prisoner could they? I tried to get out of bed… I couldn't I just didn't have any energy but I could clearly see the sun shining through the window and I saw that if I wanted to I could easily get away, If only I could move, I tried again to get out of bed, but my second attempt had me falling over the side of the bed and onto the hard wooden floor, I winced as my sensitive head wound made contact and tried to hold back a yell for help.

Then I heard footsteps nearing the door of the room, I panicked and looked at the bed and then the window, I gave up and tried to get back into bed before they found that something was amiss, I almost had a heart attack when the door opened, but my heartbeat lessened at who walked through.

He was a viking, of course and probably the same age as me, auburn hair, skinny, green shirt and brown waistcoat and I didn't fail to notice that one of his legs was missing, I had used my fathers irate stereotypes of vikings to assume that some would have missing limbs due to their love of combat, but this lad didn't seem to have any fight in him, maybe if I got my strength back I could knock him out and make a run for it? No! Thats stupid, Id be killed in an instant, hang on he's speaking to me.

"Oh gods, how did you fall out? Come on lets get you back into bed." I almost said no, but he did offer help back into bed, he grabbed my least bruised arm and carried me back onto the soft bed which seemed even softer due to where I was lying before.

"Are you ok?" The viking boy asked as he handed me a small tray of fish that he was carrying when he walked in.

"Im… er fine thanks, just a little roughed up." He nodded as he put the tray onto the side table and sat down on a small chair and watched me as I ate the fish, I was too hungry to be creeped out as I gobbled each piece of fish greedily, once I had finished he spoke again.

"Do you know where you are?" He asked this quite cautiously, but he deserved an answer.

"No I don't, but I had to assume that there was food somewhere."

The boy smirked. "Well you are on an island called Berk, I am part of the Hooligans tribe." Well at least I knew that I was on an island but wether this tribe was friendly I still didn't know. "Allow me to introduce my self, I am Hiccup Haddock the 3rd." He held out a hand as I shrugged and shook his hand.

"First Mate Alexander Mercer." I said rather importantly, why was I trying to impress him, he didn't seem stupid at all, although I would imagine Im the first navy soldier he has ever seen. "Allow me to ask, but are you a friendly tribe?"

Hiccup laughed as he stood up to take the empty tray away. "Don't worry Alexander, you are quite safe on Berk, had you ended up on Outcast Isle, your treatment might've been more crude."

I relaxed a little as he left the room, I felt a little safer, but my other doubts still loomed, most of them about where that flying beast was now, but I had to stop worrying about that I was fine, wasn't I?

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I had managed to get a few hours sleep before Hiccup had returned with an incredibly beefy looking viking, who looked more intimidating by far, but then like with Hiccup he shot out his hand and sat down. "I am Stoic the vast, chief of Berk." I smiled and gulped.

"Alexander Mercer, pleasure to meet you." Well as close as I could get to pleasure.

"I see ye have already met me son, Hiccup." He gestured to Hiccup. "And I wouldn't worry too much, if ye are friendly to us, we will be friendly to you its as simple as that."

"Well I certainly wont be a burden." I stammered as I drank a couple of sips of water and let them nourish my dry throat.

Stoic then asked Hiccup to leave, this worried me as he leant closer. "Ye probably wouldn't have expected anyone to know where ye were from, but from what ye were wearing when ye were found I guess you're navy?" I was nearly in shock.

"How do you know of the english navy?"

Stoic smirked. "How do ye suppose we got the bed yer sleeping in, we do a lot of trading with the navy, mostly cloth and material."

I was very nearly convinced I was safe, but this Stoic fellow looked too bloody scary to relax properly, then Stoic spoke up again.

"Seeing as your only a young lad, when you're better, I will place ye in my sons care, he will look after you and you will learn of our ways in order to be accepted." All I could do was nod. "And I take it yer ship was sunk by a dragon?"

I almost lost my breath, how did he know? "Yes I was the only survivor of its attack, who do you know?"

"We've lost some of our own ships to this rogue dragon as well, so far we haven't had any luck in catching it."

"Catch it? Why on earth would you want to do that?"

"To train it of course." I nearly passed out again as Stoic finished.

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Stoic was right, he helped me on my feet and outside and I almost fell over at what I saw, vikings riding, feeding and training dragons of all different shapes, sizes and colours. "Ye shouldn't be so surprised laddie."

"Are you sure? Because where I come from dragons don't exist at all."

Stoic smirked. "Then maybe ye should take a closer look at their wings and fire breathing, then will ye believe in dragons?"

The very thought of going near to one of them made my heart thump frantically, then to my dismay and large mouthed dragon came walking towards me and Stoic, I had taken my flintlock out of my back pocked and was about to aim before Stoic snatched it from me and glared at me. "Now lad, If ye want to be safe and sound on Berk, I suggest that ye do not harm my dragon or anyone elses for that matter clear?"

I nodded before stuttering even more. "Your.. Dragon?!"

"Aye my dragon this is Thornado." The dragon seemed tame enough as Stoic climbed on and flew off, with my flintlock! I needed that.

"Er Stoic!" I called up. "My flintlock!"

"Ye will get it back when I can trust ye with it!" He called down as he flew away to the docks, leaving me in the company of five viking teens, I gulped, I never thought I would miss my own weapon this much….

I hope this keeps everyone interested and don't worry my character will notice Ruffnut soon enough don't you worry and for now read, review and advice and critique is welcome :)