As harm laid by the everfalls sleeping he found himself in a sort of a daze, time seemed to blur as he thought of Berk. He had once lived there but the place had never been what he would call a "home", no a home was a place where you were safe and welcomed but Berk had never served that role. His father had been decent enough, if a bit cold, but that wasn't enough. Fathers are kind, fathers protect you, fathers care about you. So long as he had remained quiet his father was happy, evidence enough of this was the fact that he had often stolen into the wood at daybreak and returned only when he had to work the forge or sleep. For Odin's sake, he had sometimes simply left for days at a time and his father's only concern was that the forge had been overrun with damaged swords and axes.
When harm realized that he also realized he had taken the first step towards hating Berk. It had always been a house but lacked the qualities of a home, he had never known his mother but from what he understood she had been killed in a dragon attack trying to protect him. His father never said it but harm could feel the resentment his father held for him over his mother's death, he always blamed harm for it.
Harm sighed away these thoughts as he heard the clink of metal armor in the distance, he knew that sound. It was the sound of a man who called himself Sir Artorian, he came from a land far across the sea to the east. He called himself a knight, apparently a title of some renown in his homeland who had once served in the service of a proud king.
Sir Artorian had an unusual armor the likes of which harm had never seen, he called it chain mail. It was made of small interlinked metal rings that made it more akin to cloth than proper armor, and large plate metal armor that covered his chest and shoulders with massive steel boots. He had a broad strait sword that most men would wield with both hands in his left hand and a large metal shield that he called the tower shield.
"Harm, it's time to depart" he said in a gruff voice. All business as usual.
"You're to be accompanying me then?" harm asked indifferently.
"Drago's orders" he replies before turning and going back the way he came.
He used to be so much fun when harm was younger, but as time went on and harm became more seasoned on the battlefield Sir Artorian saw him less as a child and more of a man, and while he appreciated the respect that didn't mean that he had to be professional all the time. Harm didn't need coddling but it would be nice to have a friend that didn't see him only as a fellow warrior. But such was life within dragon's reach one was a warrior first and foremost and Artorian took this farther than anyone.
Regardless, harm made for the port with firefly in tow. Upon arrival he was greeted by Gwyn, an old man that served as the harbor master. He passed him with a small nod of his head without saying a word and made for his ship. Firefly made his way below deck and nestled himself in a corner, he hated it below deck but it set the crew at ease as most of them were of Viking descent and thus naturally weary of dragons. Sir Artorian boarded the vessel and began inspecting the crew and the ships armaments to busy himself before they set sail. Camicazi barged through the crowd in the harbor and pushed past several guardsmen to force her way onto the ship.
"What the hell dude, you were just going to leave and not saying anything" she shouts at harm
"What insolence is this?" barked Sir Artorian at her
"Stuff it you old wind bag I wasn't talking to you" she shouted back.
"How dare you" he scoffs at him.
"Shut it" harm yells over them "both of you" he says glancing from one to the other. "Cami it was an unexpected development alright, Sir Artorian back to your work"
The knight looks down "as you command Capitan" before heading back to his work
"Fine, but I'm coming with" she says
"No" he replies immediately
"WHY NOT" she complains.
"Because I said so and that's that" he said
She sighs in frustration, "whatever" she says dejectedly
"Now get off the ship, were about to make way" he says
Making her way off the boat she turns "hurry back, okay" she pleads.
As the gangplank falls from the side of the now moving boat he says "I make no promises". And with a wave he's off. As they made way he shouted to his crew "alright men, bring me that horizon" they responded with a cheer as the sails opened catching the wind