Three years had passed since we had been captured. My Berserkers had time to live out, but would, eventually, be freed. I, on the other hand, was imprisoned and sentenced to rot, indefinitely, and endure whatever the Outcasts thought I deserved. My hair had been cut/pulled out, leaving the remnants in a mowhawk style. A large scar ran over my right eye, near the temple, and all the way down my cheek to my jaw. Clothes were torn and the same ones that I had when I was put in there. What I would've given for a washroom and change. A beard was growing in, scraggily. It probably would have been fuller if I had been able to consume more than the nightly stale bread-that had eels constantly in it-and gotten some kind of sunlight. Same goes for my height. Technically average, I always imagined that I'd be taller.

The other prisoners would talk about me. One, in particular, would chuckle about how the Berserker chief was destined to stay in prison forever, or until Alvin needed more space and killed him. That inmate's voice was so annoying! If what he would say wasn't infuriating enough, his voice grated my ears every second of every day! I had, finally, coerced a guard into slipping me the key to my cell and he tossed it in while giving the others their stale bread.

Again, the irritating convict complained. Something about how that wasn't bread and I always got special treatment. By whose standpoint? Idiot Outcast. I offered him the item and when he reached, I yanked him into the bars, knocking him out cold.[laughs] It felt great! I opened the container and saw the key. Unlocking my cell, I started taking out the guards.

I put one guard in the Berserker choke hold and then knocked two guards' heads into each other. An Outcast called to set off the alarm. He should've been quiet. I hit him with a club that I'd taken from one of the other guards. More came and I clubbed them high and low, as my Berserkers cheered. Soon, the only guard that remained was the one that had given me the key. He made a note to mention that too. Unfortunately for him, that made him a traitor. Something that I abhor; however, he did help me, so I only punched him in the face and kicked him out of my way. I removed the wood that kept vikings without clearance out and saw one of trader Johann's ships. I commandeered it and went back to go free my people. We were out and there was a certain one-legged viking that would pay for causing us to have been in there.

I had found a map, that appeared to lead to ol' Johann's treasure, on the ship. All we would need to do is toss him overboard close enough to Berk, go to the location, and wait for my brother to come help us. Hiccup just can't resist adventure and his own curiousity would be his downfall. It worked and they went to a ship called The Reaper. He and Mr. Night Fury went under the deck to retrieve something and my men and I apprehended his band of miscreants. We locked them in dragon proof cages, then awaited Hiccup's return.

When Hiccup came back up, I greeted him. You know, he never visited me those three years. Not once. They were all growed up and I took the time to relish our reunion. Astrid couldn't keep her trap shut for too long and started explaining what happened. I had her shut up and said that Hiccup and I were having a moment. He claimed we weren't. Killjoy. Either way, my team was winning. A Berserker hit one of the twins in the stomach causing him to spit out some jewels. Actually, it was the girl. It's hard to tell with them and I keep forgetting that there even is another girl besides Astrid. I didn't care too much about her getting hit, but I would've preferred the guy to have been.

The other jewels had been loaded up on my ship and I had Hiccup hand me something he had behind his back. Have to hide things better, Brother. He did his usual Hiccuppy routine and tried to convince why I shouldn't take it. I took it anyway, obviously, and went to my ship. We set off and Hiccup followed. Even after three consecutive years, he was still predictable. We catapulted a boulder at him and he got all cocky saying that I missed. I never do that. Too late, he realized that I was aiming for The Reaper. That left him with two options: Save his friends or stop me.[laughs] Oh the good times were starting again!

He went the boring route and saved his friends. Yawn! We sailed away and I marvelled at the cylinder shaped object. I had no idea what it was, but it was teeming with wonder. Savage interrupted my amazement by asking me what it was. How would I know that? It was the first time I had ever seen it. Do I need to have every answer?! I went back to looking at it and then he began to interrupt me again. Hiccup and his dragon flew past and snatched it because Savage had distracted me!

The glory I had felt rushed away and two Berserkers fired arrows at them. They missed and I threw one viking overboard. The other one jumped, saving me some time. I was enraged, but there was a bright side. We still had all the gold and they didn't. [laughs] That was a win in my book even if a small one. We kept sailing to find somewhere to get supplies. After we were all equipted up, we'd wipe Hiccup's whole group out.