Hiccup and the others were still sailing towards Little Garden when the wind suddenly vanished without warning.

"Looks like we lost the wind again, if this keeps up getting to Little Garden is going to take forever," said Fishlegs. "We won't be moving for while."

Vivi sighed. "We're starting to run out of time, we need to go."

Astrid placed a hand on her shoulder. "Try not to worry so much, we're going to get you to Alabasta as quickly as we can. I'm sure the wind will pick up soon."

Vivi then turned her eyes to Hiccup, who was fishing with the rest of the boys. "It seems a bit odd. For someone with a 30 million gil bounty on his head, your captain sure doesn't seem to be a particularly terrifying pirate."

"I know it may be tough to imagine, but he has actually beaten some of the big names out there," said Astrid with a smile. "Like Arlong, the Fishman that was determined to rule the East Blue… and Kreig the Pirate Commodore… also Captain Hagen, a mysterious pirate who was notorious for his cunning."

"You left one out," said Toothless.

Astrid blinked, not sure who is referring to.

"Axe-Hand Morgen, the Marine captain who had an axe for a hand."

Astrid nodded. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about him."

Vivi stared. "The Axe-Hand Morgen? I've heard of him before, from what I know he's feared throughout sailors throughout the East Blue for his strength and cruelty. You're saying that Hiccup even beaten him."

Hiccup smiled at her. "Actually he was one of the first foes I took down when I began my life as a pirate. Now that you brought him up, I wonder what Gustav is up to these days. I wonder if he still in the Marine base."

"Who do you mean?" Astrid asked.

Hiccup forgot that only he and Toothless had been that the very beginning. "Oh, Gustav was a small kid that I met on the very first day I set out to sea."


Gustav was currently in the middle of a dream, he dreamt that he was now a sublieutenant on a marine ship.

"Sublieutenant, we're ready to set sail, sir," said one of his men.

"All right, all ships set sail at once!" he ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

They then began to set sail out to sea.

'Dear Hiccup, it's me Gustav, how are you? I've been working really hard since the last time I saw you, there have been tough times along the way but now I finally made it. I have become an officer within the Marines, just like I always dream I would.'

However then suddenly shooting out of the water was a giant Morgen.

"It's Axe-Hand Morgen!" Gustav panicked.

"Gustav! I am going to send you to Hell!" said Morgen as his skin began to melt away.

He then swung his axe down towards the ship, but then a giant Hiccup in his hybrid form appeared and grabbed it.

"Hiccup?" Gustav stared.

"Hi, Gustav," Hiccup smiled. He then raised his fist. "Dragon Fist!"

He then slammed his fist right into Morgen and then sent him flying across the sea.

Gustav just stared at him in awe. "Whoa, that absolutely amazing."


However, he suddenly awoke when he fell out of his hammock and landed right on top of Sven's crotch, waking him up with a start.

Gustav immediately took in his surroundings. "A dream? I was dreaming the whole thing?"

Sven glared at him. "Hey, you, get the Hell off my bed!"

He had a little too loudly awaking everyone in the barracks and immediately began tossing whatever they could get their hands on at the two of them.

"Shut up!"

"Idiot Chore Boy!"

"Get back to bed!"

A fish bowl landed on top of Sven and he appeared to be saying something, but Gustav couldn't quite hear him.


The next morning, Gustav was at work sweeping the floors.

'So anyway, Hiccup. I am now working at the Marine base as a Chore Boy. Oh, and you remember, Axe-Hand Morgen's son, Sven… well, he was given sure duty along with me.'

Sven didn't exactly embrace the work, he had been so used to have been so spoiled because of his father's position that manual labour was a foreign concept to him. Of course now with his father rank now stripped, all those privileges had disappeared along with his rank.

"Hey, quit slacking off!" said a Marine punching him on top of the head.

"Ouch!" Sven moaned.

"Hey, Chore Boys, wash the windows when you're finished here," said another Marine.

Gustav saluted eagerly. "Sir!"

"And don't forget to clean the mess hall too."

Sven stared at them. "But what about our meal, huh?"

"You can forget about lunch, there's nowhere you going to be done by then."

"Maybe you will be done by dinner."

Sven looked horrified and fell to the ground. "But I'm about to starve to death."

Gustav looked at him. "Are you all right?"

"Sven! Gustav!"

"Sir!" Gustav saluted.

"You remember that neither of you were qualified to join the Marines."

"Yet you would generously given to join as has Marine Chore Boy for now."

Sven grumbled under his breath. "Like an offer to clean your toilets is really generosity."

Gustav, however, was more than happy to clean out the toilets. "Yes, sir! I remember, if there's anything at all I can do I'll do it just give the order!"

The two Marines were bit taken aback with this announcement.

"No, that'll be all for now."

"You boys work hard."

The two of them then walked off.

"You can count on us, sir," said Gustav as he stood to attention and saluted. "We would be honoured to wash and fall your laundry as well if you like!"

Sven turned on him. "Are you crazy? You don't have to go out of your way and give us more work."

"Well, after all we are Chore Boys, Sven," Gustav pointed out as he continued to sweep the floor. "And work is what Chore Boys do."

"Yeah, is it?" Sven groaned. "Well, if you want to suck up, you can do it yourself!"


Later that day, the two of them began clean the windows, or to be more accurate Gustav was cleaning the windows while Sven leaned on the roof grumbling.

"I can't stand this," he said and disgust. "Gustav, can be the model Chore Boy if he wants but why do I have to do it? I remember the good old days."

Those good old days were the days when his father was still the captain of the base and he was being waited on hand and foot by the Marine soldiers under him. He abused this position ordering them around even the most simple things, like getting him his cocoa and yelled at them when he spilled it upon himself.

"Ah, life was sure good back then," he said thinking back. He then sat up remembering when everything went downhill. "Dammit, if wasn't for that stupid dragon guy none of this would have happened. He showed up and ruined everything, thanks to him, my father lost his position as a Marine captain. It's all his fault, it's because of a dragon guy that I'm stuck it doing stupid chores instead of living the good life."

He had been so busy feeling sorry for himself that he failed to notice Gustav approaching him.

"Hey, Sven," he said placing a hand on his shoulder.

Sven immediately swatted his hand away. "What you want? Why are you touching me like that?"

Gustav frowned at that response. "Well, I'm sorry, I just want to see whether you all right you know, one friend with the other."

Sven glared at him. "Your friend? And why the heck would you and I ever be friends?"

"Well, we're both Chore Boys after all."

Sven snorted. "I shouldn't be in a place like this, doing stupid chores and I wouldn't if it wasn't for that dragon guy."

"You really shouldn't blame everything on Hiccup like that," said Gustav. "It isn't his fault, he was just doing the right thing. You can't just blame your fate on other people all the time and expect to solve everything. That's a sign of weakness, don't you think?"

Sven was now furious with that remark. "A weakness?"

"For long time you use your father's power to get through life, things are different now. We have to work long and hard on our own to accomplish our dreams."

"Oh, please."

"You know my dream, some down going to be a great officer in the Marines. I'll chase bad guys and defence justice."

Sven had to admit that the prospect was tempting, but he quickly shook it out of his head. "How stupid can you be?" he said and grabbed the helm of his shirt pulling him towards him. "A wimp like you becoming a Marine officer like my dad? No way, that'll ever happen."

Gustav wasn't intimidated in the slightest. "I know it will. Thanks to Hiccup I know that I can do anything that I want. So I decided to be like Hiccup and do anything, even risk my own life to achieve my final goal. Well, now we can work hard and reach our goals together."

Sven was absolutely furious and then punched him across the face. "Forget it! You think I'm going to listen to this? What the heck makes you think you can tell me what I should do? And what could you have possibly learned from that pathetic excuse for a pirate?"

"Don't talk about, Hiccup, like that!" Gustav yelled and pounced on him. Soon the two of them were wrestling. "I haven't done anything except for trying to help you out!"

"I don't remember asking for your help!" Sven roared punching him.

Gustav then pinned him to the ground and began punching him on the face. "Sven, will you stop acting foolish!"

Sven rolled over so he was now on top. "Oh, you're calling me a fool!"

Their little stuff did not go unnoticed by the Marines in the training yard and eventually the Commander came out to see what was going on.

"What's going on here?" he demanded.

"Sir, the Chore Boys are fighting on the roof!" said one of the Marines.

"Well, why are you standing here? Stop them!"

Too late, the two of them had been so busy wrestling that they failed to notice that they were close to the ledge and eventually they fell. They slammed into some crates that were next to a cannon, but their impact caused the cannon to turn to point towards the Marines and it fired prematurely.

The Marines immediately jumped out of the way, no one was hurt, but sadly the cannonball destroy the mess hall.

Everyone was utterly silent as the commander turned towards them furiously. "You two!"

"W-we're sorry, sir!" they cried.


Later that day they found they were at Rica's Tavern and her mother gave them a a of sandwiches.

"Really? That explosion earlier was from you guys," said Rica staring at them.

"They didn't kick you out of the Marines did they, Gustav?" her mother asked looking concerned.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Gustav as he took one of the sandwiches. "Actually they allowed us to stay enlisted."

"Yeah, but we had to agree to work for free for 50 years," Sven pointed out as he one of the sandwiches. "Getting kicked out would have been so much better."

"You too could use some cheering up," said Rica's mother.

"Yeah, look at this Gustav," said Rica Polly out a newspaper which showed Hiccup running away from Smoker in Lougetown. "'Dragon Conqueror Hiccup, Brings Havoc to Lougetown and Manages a Baffling Escape from Captain Smoker'."

Gustav stared at it. "Hiccup's picture. You realise what this means? Hiccup is headed to the Grand Line. At last he is making his way closer and closer to achieving his final goal."


The next day, the Marine base was receiving a very special visitor and everyone was at their best to make the place look presentable.

"Attention!" said the commander, everyone immediately stood to attention and saluted. "I will now inform you about the nature of our mission."

Then suddenly appearing on deck was Morgen, the prisoner's uniform and wearing chains.

Sven had been so busy being an interested with what was going on he was unaware that his father was on deck. Gustav then quickly shook his arm to get his attention.

"What do you want?" Sven grumbled looking at Gustav. Gustav then pointed out Morgen and his eyes widened. 'It's my dad!'

"Captain Morgen is being sent to Marine Headquarters to face a court martial for the crimes of military exploitation and cruel and unusual treatment to civilians," the commander announced. "Our mission is to transfer this prisoner to Vice Admiral Wrinkly."

To say that this was quite daunting to Gustav and Sven would have been an understatement.


Later that day, the two Chore Boys when the cargo hold cleaning the cannonballs and swords.

"So I guess it is really going to happen," said Sven breaking the awkward silence. "I mean I know he deserves to be court-martialed and all that… I guess it given all the stuff that he did. But honestly, even after all that, I still respected him. He's my dad you know, and no matter what he did, he was still my idol. But I guess he did take things a little too far, huh?"

He then began to cry and a tiered dripped onto the cannonball he was cleaning.

"Dammit," he said and brushed the tears out of his eyes. "Why? Gustav, do you think they're going to execute him?"

"I don't know," said Gustav honestly.

"I guess I should probably be ready for something like that to happen, huh? But he's my dad."

Gustav looked at Sven sympathetically. "Oh, Sven."

"Marines! All hands on deck!" a voice yelled above deck.

"All in!" the commander ordered.


Sven and Gustav stopped what they were doing and ran up on deck and they saw a large dreadnought class ship heading towards them.

"It's Vice Admiral Wrinkly," said a Marine.

Vice Admiral Wrinkly was a legend within the Marines, he went toe to toe with the King of the Pirates himself and one of the few to survive. He was intelligent, an expert in hand-to-hand combat and loyal to his men to a fault.

They could see standing on deck was the Admiral himself, he was over 70 years old, but he was still stranded into elephants. He was quite muscular and looked as if he could survive a storm head on.

"So that's Marine Vice Admiral Wrinkly, a man they call The Fist!" Gustav gasped. "He's a great hero of the seas that travels all over the Grand Line."

The ship soon came alongside their own and a gangplank was lowered onto the deck. The Admiral then started to make his way aboard.

The commander immediately saluted the moment he came on deck. "Vice Admiral Wrinkly, thank you for coming all this way. We are pleased to deliver Captain Morgen to you."

The Marines then dragged Morgen towards the Vice Admiral, Gustav had to hold back Sven so that he didn't interrupt the transaction.

Wrinkly looked at Morgen. "You're a disgrace the Marines, how you got a promotion is beyond me."

"I earned promotion," Morgen growled.

"And yet you abused it."

Morgen growled at him. "At least I'm not a pathetic old geezer past his prime."

"Morgen!" the commander snapped. "Vice Admiral Wrinkly deserves to be treated with respect from the likes of you!"

"Let's just get this over with, bring on board," Wrinkly ordered.

Then suddenly Morgen swung his axe and struck Wrinkly, before he had time to react. Everyone was standing there in shock apart from Wrinkly's aide who immediately reached for his sword. Morgen then quickly snapped the chains around his arms and then grabbed Sven, placing his axe beneath his chin.

"No one move!" he roared. "If anyone moves a muscle, I'll hack this Chore Boy up and feed him to the sharks!"

"But Daddy… why are you doing this?" Sven whimpered as he looked up's father.

"Sir, please stop this, Sven's your son," Gustav pleaded. "How could you do something like this?"

"My son?" Morgen growled. "What do I need with the son? What I want now is freedom, I don't care about his life, I'll him cut into 1000 pieces if I have to!"

"B-but Daddy?" Sven cried.

Morgen then backed away end stepped into a longboat, he then lowered it into the water and sailed away from the two ships laughing. Unfortunately, he had taken Sven with him as an insurance to prevent them from firing upon him.

"Help me! Somebody help me please!" Sven cried.

"Good riddance you fools!" Morgen yelled triumphantly as he sailed away.

"Sven!" Gustav cried as he looked over the side of the ship.

"Ready the cannon," said Wrinkly's aide.

Gustav turned and saw the Marines were aiming a cannon directly at Morgen. It became clear that they didn't really care about the life of a single Chore Boy so long as they took down Morgen.

"Load the cannon," the commander commanded. "Take aim!"

"Target 16 degrees starboard, distance 8236," Wrinkly's aide ordered. "Now ready!"

However, Gustav then immediately jumped into the path of the cannon before they fired. He was shaking like crazy, it was over the bravest other the stupidest thing he'd ever done.

"No, please just wait!" he cried. "I'm begging you not to do it! Please, stop! He had a hostage on that boat!"

"Move it," Wrinkly's aide ordered.

"I won't!"

"In that case you're dead."

Many of the Marines were quite frightened for the boy's safety.

"Chore Boy, stop it!"

"Yeah, get down from there kid!"

"No I won't!" Gustav yelled determinedly. "Sven's on their and he's… he's… Sven's my friend."

Sven was watching everything from the boat and he can believe that Gustav was risking his own life his safety. He then looked up at his father, who didn't show the slightest bit of emotion.

"That little fool, why would they shoot him?" Morgen growled.

Everyone was still standing there in shock as Gustav shook like crazy.

"You're going to pay for this," Wrinkly's aide warned.

"Maybe so, but at least I will be guilty for banding my friend!" Gustav yelled. "Please, I can fix this. I'll capture Morgen myself."

He then turned around and looked at the water, he then swallowed his fear and jumped into the water. He then began to paddle as quickly as he could towards the boat.

"Come back!" the commander roared. "You idiot, you'll never be able to catch him by yourself!"

"Let's let him try," Wrinkly's aide smiled. "He's either brave and dumb or just dumb."

"Well, what do we do?" a Marine asked.

"Give the boy a chance," said a voice behind them.

Everyone turned and stared to find that Wrinkly was back on his feet.

"Vice Admiral Wrinkly, you're alive?" the commander stared. "I was certain that monster had killed you."

"It would take a lot more than the likes of him to finish me off," said Wrinkly looking at the commander.


Morgen was laughing now that they were out of cannon range.

"Free at last!" he laughed as he looked down at his son. "Just you watch, the world will be kneeling at my feet again in no time. I will rule the seas, the world will quake in terror. Now set a course for the West Blue."

However, Sven just sat there shaking.

Morgen glared down at him. "What are you doing? I said set our course!"

"No!" Sven yelled taking his father back. "I won't have any part in your plans. Gustav put everything on the line trying to save me, even risk kicking being kicked out of the Marines to help me and their his dream. He fights for what he believes in, no matter what, and so can I!"

He then turned and faced his father with newfound courage. "Dad, I'm going to capture you. You might as well just give up—"

Morgen then punched him across the face and then pinned into the floor with his foot. "What do you think you're doing, brat? Are you too stupid to know what you're up against, huh? What can a piece of useless scum like you hope to do with me? If you just shut up and do as you're told like the weakling you are, then I won't make your life to tough, you got it?"

"You just shut up, Dad," Sven growled.

Morgen then kicked him across the face and then pinned on the ground once again. "It's time you learned your place, you pathetic insect."

"No, I'm not listening to you anymore," said Sven defiantly. "For now on I'm going to be the one who decides how to live my life!"

Morgen then kicked him across the face once again and pinned him to the ground again. "Stop being such an idiot! What could someone like you possibly do?"

"He can do whatever he wants," said a voice.

Morgen turned and found Gustav lifting himself into the boat.

"You came?" said Sven looking surprised.

"Stop right there, Morgen," said Gustav. "It's time to give yourself up, now is a member of the Marines forces I have come here to recapture you as a prisoner."

Wrinkly was watching everything from a pair of binoculars.

Unfortunately, Morgen was proving to be too powerful for Gustav and he not him and Sven to the floor.

"You two are absolutely pathetic!" he snarled. "How can a couple pitiful insects like you capture someone like me? If you even think about getting in my way, I'll kill you both!"

Sven looked at Gustav. "Thank you for coming to save me, I'm sorry turned out like this."

"I'm glad I came," said Gustav looking at him with a small smile. "Aren't we friends after all?"

Sven stared at him dumbfounded. "Gustav."

Gustav then rose to his feet. "Besides, I made up my mind. To fight for my beliefs!"

The two of them then charged at Morgen, but he merely sidestepped to avoid Gustav and Sven then grabbed hold of his arm, but he quickly knocked into the ground. However, both Gustav and Sven kept on picking themselves up and kept on trying to contain him, but it always ended up with the same result then be knocked to the floor.

"And if I die fighting, then that's all right" Gustav winced.

"You really want to die that badly?" Morgen glared.

Both Gustav and Sven had grabbed hold of his legs and were holding on as best as they could as he tried to shake them off.

"Not until I become an officer in the Marines!" said Gustav determinedly. "I already decided that! And I swear when I do die… when I do die, I'm going to die fighting!"

Morgen then grabbed the helm of his shirt and lifted him off his feet and raised his axe. "Playtime is over kid!"

"Gustav!" Sven cried.

However, much to their surprise Morgen merely tossed them overboard.

"You little pests aren't worth the time it would take to kill you," he said with his back towards them. "I had better never see your faces again."

"Morgen!" Sven roared. "I may have let you sail away from me alive today, but someday I'm going to capture you! I promise you that! Someday, I'm going to capture you just you wait!"

Morgen just looked at him, turned away and sailed off into the distance.


By the time that the Marines managed to fish them out Morgen was long gone.

"Please forgive my poor supervision, sir," said the Marine commander apologetically. "Allowing the person to escape was inexcusable."

"We're very sorry too, sir," said Gustav and Sven.

"After today these two will be kicked out of the Marines for good."

Wrinkly looked down at the two boys. "The two of you are truly lost causes, I don't know anyone who will take you in now. But turning you loose would only burden the public." He then turned his back on them. "I have no choice but to take you with me to Marine Headquarters."

Everyone stared at him in shock.

"What Vice Admiral?" the Marine Commander stared. "You're actually going to take these two Chore Boys with you to headquarters?"

"Is that a problem?"

The Marine commander was taken aback. "Of course not, no problem at all here, sir."

"And do you two have a problem?" Wrinkly asked directing his question to the two boys. "If you want to run away, this is your last chance. Not that I would allow you to get very far, of course." A smile appeared on his face. "Well now, this is certainly been an interesting day."

He then laughed.


Pretty soon the two of them were on Wrinkly's ship heading towards Marine Headquarters, though why the Admiral would do such a thing was unclear.

'So Hiccup, that is how Sven and I ended up heading towards the Grand Line. We're on our way there right now. I sure hope that we meet again soon.'