There was nothing else Hiccup could focus on. Absolutely nothing else. He put down Anka gently then started to walk forward, dragging his feet through the sand. He could hear footsteps behind him but he ignored them. He walked slowly, the sound of his boots digging up trenches of wet sand emanating from below him. All he could hear was his breathing and the sound of the blood pumping through his body, throbbing in his ear. He walked towards the remnants of the dock, his feet unawarely kicking away bits and pieces of his Airship. He felt a hand grip on his shoulder and he shrugged it off casually, his mind in a stupor.
Years of work. Gone.
His legs gave out from under him. He couldn't tell if it was his fault or something else's. He just couldn't feel them anymore. He fell forwards, tipping and falling into the sand. His impact sent up an explosion of wet sand and sludge, some of it plastering his face. He couldn't feel his body anymore, nothing was responding to his commands.
A pair of boots appeared in front of him. His eyes strained to look upwards and in the burning black eyes that peered down at him, the wild black hair whipping in the wind and the look of hot hatred on her face, he could only see a ghost.
