You know, when I learned that my toaster wasn't waterproof, I WAS SHOCKED! Okay, okay, sorry, so so sorry...but you have to wonder...QUESTION: Why did Cleopatra fall off the swing? ANSWER: Because, she's dead.

SHOUT-OUTS BEFORE I GO CRAZY ON THE JOKES:

Inflamora Notoris: I try to update at least two times a day, sometimes three if I'm lucky. :)

VulcanTrekkie: Ahh, Hiccup...it's like trouble attracts him like a magnet. Poor guy. It's not like he wants to hurt himself. *shakes head* I guess it's my fault... *runs from angry Toothless and Astrid*

Wanli8970: Flara...I like Flara. :D

silverwolvesarecool: I love the little girl! She was also in Gift of the Night Fury, and you see her also in the audience in the beginning race of HTTYD2 as an older girl. Details, Dreamworks. LOVE IT! :D

BraveDragonof214: Thanks for the note! That's really a good suggestion! :D Thanks!

HiccupHaddockIII: I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE PUNS! :D

Edlover23: Yes, Hiccup, you are crazy, and yes, we do love him still. :)

AnimeAngel: Thanks! :D

Jesusfreak: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! My family has to suffer from my puns all the time...gah, I feel so bad for them. :)

Silver Electricity: Well...I do love puns. :D

I woke up the next morning, feeling bad, but slightly better than I had the night before. I sat up, wincing at how badly my leg hurt. I knew I needed to get help as soon as I got back to Berk, but first, I needed to finish that raft before I could do anything else.

I fixed the bindings on my leg, and then grabbed my walking stick, rising to a stand as soon as I was able.

Flara was laying, her head on her front paws, staring at me with both confusion and satisfaction.

"Ah, yeah," I said. "I busted my leg pretty good now, didn't I?"

I hadn't been expecting Flara to nod. It had been more of a trick question, but what did it matter, really, in the end?

Great going, Hiccup, I mentally scolded myself. First, you lose your left leg, and you decide to go break your right one. What's next?

"Well," I said, "I need to go work on that raft, or else I'll be stuck here forever." I looked at the dragon, just as she laid her head down again. "You know," I said, "you can come with me."

Flara looked at me, and then shook her head.

"Well, why not?" I asked. "You couldn't possibly like living alone here by your...self." Flara looked up at me once more, and I finally realized it. "You live her alone...on purpose?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"So...y-you mean...you've been here...and will be here...because you want to?" I asked, and she nodded once more. "Is there a reason?" I questioned.

She looked at me, and that one expression said so many things, most of which I couldn't decipher.

"Sentimental?" I asked. "Did you grow up here on this island, and don't want to leave it because of that?" Flara shook her head. "Were either one of your parents or siblings born here?" She shook her head again. "Then what is it?"

She shook her head, and I didn't really understand what she meant. So, I merely shrugged and took to leaving the cave, heading back towards the beach. Before I had gone far, I heard Flara's footsteps behind me, and smiled, if just to myself. She was following me. What a curious dragon.

I continued onwards, Flara following me. I stumbled more than walked, my walking stick doing little to help against the mounting pain that burned my leg. It hurt so badly, I almost couldn't bear it, but I forced myself to, because I was stubborn, and because I needed to find Toothless.

I walked, steadying myself against trees as I needed to use them instead of my walking stick at times. Once I got back to my feet, I always continued, because I needed to finish that raft. I needed to finish it, get back to Berk, and then get a search party out to find Toothless.

Once I got to the shore, I saw my half-made raft, looking as weird as usual, but yet I still knew that it would float once I completed it. So, I took to working on it again, setting my walking stick down beside me as I started pulling more sticks into the raft form, creating a sturdy, plank-like structure, using sticks and ropes.

It wasn't easy, though, and I had to stop a few times to catch my breath and take a break. Flara continued collecting sticks for me, because in truth, she acted like she wanted me to leave. Honestly, I didn't have a problem with that. This was her island, and I had washed up on it. It was obvious I wasn't supposed to be here.

But yet, the fact that she had let me stay for as long as a few days must have meant something. She also seemed to be worried for me, whenever I coughed due to my illness, or whenever I grabbed my leg in pain, hoping to abate some of the agony that never actually went away.

I started coughing suddenly, this time worse than before. I coughed into the crook of my elbow, and then sucked in a deep breath, yet this only made it worse. I coughed more, my throat raw, and my chest burning worse each time I either breathed too deeply, or coughed, even slightly.

By the time I finished, there was a new pain in my leg that came from coughing so much. I felt exhausted, my body worn out from walking too much, and from trying to build the raft in my sickly condition.

Flara must have left, because she returned a few minutes later with more herbs, this time, with some new ones. I knew what they were; some of them were for chewing on for my pneumonia, while others were poisonous if eaten, yet were grown for one to rub on a broken bone.

"Thanks," I said, using the herbs for their designed purposes. My leg burned when I rubbed the herbs on it, but I didn't stop. It was a burn, but it also was pleasurable, if only slightly. The burn was somewhat soothing. It was strange to think about, but that's what it was. I chewed lightly on the other herbs, my raw throat a little bit unwieldy to the task, yet I still managed to get it down.

"I need to finish this raft now," I said, my voice scratchy and horse from coughing so much. I didn't want to speak, just because speaking hurt, and breathing too deeply hurt, and...well, just about doing anything hurt, yet I still continued. "C-could you…"

Before I even finished my sentence, Flara was off again, knowing what I needed, returning later with sticks in her mouth that were the perfect size to use in the raft. I was quick on thanking the dragon, and then using the sticks in the raft in a way that would be useful and beneficial.

I was getting back to Berk. I was going to find Toothless, one way or another, and nothing was going to stop me.