Dagur and his vikings had escaped their Outcast prison, gone against Hiccup, and were sailing on the seas. "We'll need to head East." Dagur stated, looking at a map. They needed supplies and he found some islands in another route. "An island's up ahead, Chief!" a Berserker called. They docked and disembarked on the land.

The Berserker chief looked around, "There might be a supply station over there." He pointed to their left. Heading over, they found weapons, food, ships, and clothing for sale. The vikings brightened and began to look at the items. The recidents of the island gave them suspicious looks. "It'll be a big purchase." Dagur told a merchant. The salesviking eyed him up and down, "Where do ya all hail from?" "Doesn't matter. Gold's gold right?" Dagur questioned.

The merchant said nothing and more vikings came over to stare at the newcomers. Another viking stepped forward and went to the merchant's side, "Are you Berserkers? You wear their clothings and have the tribal markings." she said. Savage puffed up, "We sure are." Dagur glared at him, "Don't always have to say so much, Savage." he mentally scolded. A brunette viking went by the pair, "You're Dagur the Deranged!" she said. The merchant stepped in front of her and the other viking, "Heather, go back to the house. We'll handle this convict."

"What's there to handle?" Dagur asked, exasperated. "I, actually, just want some supplies." The islanders did not believe that and brought out their own weapons. "Heather," the other viking hissed, "go back." The brunette, hesitantly, went back home. The chief frowned at the people. He did not care about them living, but he wanted his Berserkers to have more food in them before they started attacking any islands. "If you really want a fight, we'll give it to you." Dagur stated. He glanced around him, seeing where his vikings were. Grabbing some weapons, he tossed each some and kept an ax for himself. "Ooh, this is nice." he cooed over the weapon.

He laughed and charged at the merchant, digging his ax into the older viking's throat. The merchant let out a yell and fell onto the ground, dead. The other viking let out a battle cry and leapt at the Berserker. Dagur dodged her sword and slashed her torso with enough force to almost wipe it clean off her legs. He heard a cry coming from the huts and saw the young brunette crying. "They must have been her parents. Well, not like we didn't come in peace. Guess they wanted to die." he mused, killing another viking.

The chief took great joy in seeing his Berserkers and Savage taking down every viking of the island. Savage ran his sword through a large viking and smiled, proudly, at Dagur. Almost looking for approval. Dagur gave him a quick nod before cutting a leg off of a warrior. Soon, every warrior of that island was gone. The only remainders were small children and elderly vikings. "What about them?" Savage inquired. Dagur thought, "The old ones won't be an issue. The younger ones might get all vindictive, though and try to kill us later when we'reold. Better stay on the safe side." He began to walk to the huts.

Hearing this, Heather ran to get all the children and they hid in a secret location. Dagur entered every hut and found no one, "Hm, guess that brunette got them." he said, ruefully, he lit back up, "We've still got all the equiptment, so they'll die in a matter of weeks." He laughed and went to inspect the supplies. Dagur found some clothes and an armor outfit that fit him. "Finally! A good change of clothes." he thought, happily. After getting cleaned up in one of the huts, he put on the new garments.

Walking over to the water, he admired his reflection. Flexing a bit, he frowned when he saw his scar. There were a lot more that the clothes concealed, but the one on his face was still as clear as day. Savage snapped him out of his thoughts, "Sir, the men are ready to set off." "All right. Hiccup and his riders need a hangout spot. We find that and there'll never be any real escape from us again." he cackles and goes to their ships.