The Berserker ships were sailing around. "There, Astrid's out on patrol." Dagur alerted the others, looking through his spyglass. "Follow her." he ordered. The ships went after the dragon rider-unbeknownst to her- and lost her in the clouds. The Berserker chief grunted in frustration. "We know they're somewhere around here, but we need more sightings."

They had spotted Fishlegs coming in, a few days later, and began searching in that general vicinity. "This is as annoying as trying to find that Skrill." Dagur fumed. "Perhaps a rest, Sir? To regroup?" Savage suggested. "We have everything we need. The only reason there'd be to stop is if you wanted to give up. That's not what anyone wants, is it?" the Berserker asked, passive aggressively. The former Outcast shook his head, fervently, "No, Sir, not at all!" Dagur's expression changed to a smile, "Good. Then you agree that we should keep looking."

They sailed on for a couple more weeks and Dagur was growing, increasingly, irate. "The next rider I see, we're shooting down. They'll give us the location or won't live to go back there, themselves." he thought. The Berserker stood at the starboard, staring at the seas. He stabbed a knife into the ship's wood, in anger, and heard Savage's call. They had caught a dragon rider.

The treasure search with Gustav had not worked as Dagur hoped it would have. He laughed at Hiccup and Toothless diving after Gustav. He ran out of the crumbling cave towards his ships, "There's nothing here we want anymore." he told them. Savage looked at him, confused, "But, what about the treasure?" Dagur spun to face him, "I said there's nothing here anymore." he said, seriously. The older viking went to the ship, following after the chief.

"What do we do now?" Savage inquired. "We haven't found that base, have we? Keep searching." was the answer. Sailing and sailing, that was beginning to be their custom. So much so that some vikings grew homesick, "I miss my family." one Berserker complained to another. "Our families might be killed, though, if we don't have that King of Dragons on our side." the second viking stated.

Savage kept frowning at the sky, the subsequent noon. "Is that a dragon up there? Wonder what it's doing." he pondered. The other vikings were working on routes and avoiding going against the currents while he stared. "No, that's it. That thing's an issue-I just know it! I've got to tell Dagur."

The Berserker was in his room, deep in thought. "My sister's all right-well, she's lonely and hates me, but I can change that. The issue is that Heather's around here and I still have no idea where! If I really focus on finding Hiccup's base, maybe then I can use their dragons to search for her." Excitedly, he got up and went up to the deck. He looked harder than ever before.

Dagur grinned, "Do you know how to make people get sloppy, Savage?" he asked. "Can't say that I do, Sir." "Let me enlighten you, then. If we were to attack Berk-Hiccup's 'precious' home-he and his riders will be so sad and concerned that they won't be at their peak. And when they're not at peak performance, that's when they'll slip up and not pay attention to being tracked!" He laughed.

"Herald!" Dagur called over to another ship, "Bring your ship to Berk's shore and attack them. You know, flaming catapults-the works. Afterwards, come right back and help us locate their spot." The other Berserker gave a nod and set his course for the island. Dagur smiled, crazily, "See you soon, Hiccup."