After breakfast was over, I followed everyone out of the Great Hall and down into the plaza.
"So, what are we supposed to do while that boat is being repaired?" Snotlout asked.
"We're doing down into the docks with Barf and Belch." Ruffnut said and both her and her brother gave mischievous grins.
"Isn't that where Stoick and Hiccup are?" Fishlegs asked and the twins nodded their heads.
"If my dad catches you blowing up any of the boats I'm not coming to save you." I said. I've had to pull the twins out of being punished almost every time they were caught. Even though I'm not that fond of doing it, I always feel a little bad for them since my dad tends to be a little too harsh on them.
"You said that last time." Tuffnut said and they started their way down towards the docks.
"Hey Enya, you want to come with me and Meatlug to get some wood for my fireplace?" Fishlegs asked "Devastating winter will be here before any of us know it."
"Sure Fishlegs." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "There isn't anything else for me to do." I thought and went beside Fishlegs' house where Meatlug was sitting, looking like she was on the verge of starting her mid-morning nap. Fishlegs went inside his house and came out a few minutes later carrying two axes and a large yellow blanket for us to carry the wood back in. I climbed behind the saddle that Fishlegs sat in and waited for Fishlegs to pack everything he was bringing. In a way, I kinda prefer riding with Meatlug than Toothless, but only because she usually doesn't go as high as Toothless tends to. She usually only flies really high when she's following everyone else.
When we reached the forest, Fishlegs handed me one of the axes he brought and I started searching looking around for what looked like a good tree along with a place I could run to once the tree began to fall. My Apprentice Master always told me to look for a tree that looked like it seemed like it was already a little weak and to find a safe spot to run. Fishlegs went in the other direction with Meatlug to look for a tree as well. I looked for a tree that looked like it could make enough logs that could last through devastating winter. A tree with a good length to make enough logs along with a good width so the logs would be able to last a good while. After searching for a while, I finally found it. The perfect tree. Perfect height, perfect width, perfect everything. I looked around it, trying to see if it was leaning a certain way and a direction to run in when it began to fall. When I checked everything that I needed to check, I gripped my ax and picked a spot where I planned to make the chop. I placed the blade close to the tree and pulled my ax back towards my shoulders, then back to the tree. I did this a couple more times, making sure the ax would hit where I planned for it to hit. Finally, I gathered some of my strength and gripped the ax tighter. But, before I could get one swing in, I heard a yell from Fishlegs and a loud crash echoed through the forest soon after. I immediately dropped out of my concentration on my tree and started running towards where I heard the crash, praying to Odin that Fishlegs was alright. When I reached where I thought I heard the crash come from, I saw a large, thick three laying on the ground and Meatlug walking on top of it.
"Fishlegs?!" I shouted, running over to the fallen tree. "Fishlegs," I yelled again "where did you go?!" I tried to get the thought of him simply running away with fright from the falling tree instead of…well you know.
"Enya?" I heard Fishlegs shy, timid voice squeak out. I looked to my left and saw him peeking out from behind a tree.
"There you are." I said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Thank Thor you're alright. What happened?"
"Well, I was looking for a tree to chop down when I saw a Timberjack sleeping in one of the trees so I thought it would be easier for it to get a tree down than to chop it since their claws are razor sharp and can easily slice through the bark of any tree, no matter how thick the bark or the trunk is-" I saw Fishlegs start to get the glint in his eyes he usually gets when he's about ramble on about random dragon facts. I gave him a hard punch in his arm, my way of hinting that he's starting to ramble on again. He got the message quickly and went back to telling the original story.
"So, I had Meatlug wake it up by giving the tree it was in a small nudge to wake it up. So…to make a long story short, that over there is the result."
"And you were hiding behind a tree when I came looking for you because you started to panic and forgot to find a safe place to run to like I told you a hundred times before, right?" Fishlegs hesitantly gave a nod back. I rolled my eyes and looked over at the fallen tree. I will have to admit, it did look like a pretty good tree, though I would have to say I consider the one I was planning to chop down myself a little bit better. That's one of the things I disagree with when using Timberjacks to chop down wood like many of the other builders around the island have started to use. I don't think they have the right knowledge to know which tree should be cut down to use for building, and which should be used for using firewood. This tree seemed like it would be better to use for a house rather than firewood. However, it was already chopped down so there's no use in wasting it.
"Do you want me to start chopping it into logs?" I asked. "Or do you want to try and find another Timberjack to do it for you?" I thought to myself.
"Sure, if you want me to, I can help you. I think this tree might be more than enough for one person to chop." Fishlegs replied.
"No thanks," I said, simply shrugging my shoulders. "I'm used to working by myself." In a way, that wasn't completely true. I'm actually used to working with other people to chop trees into building materials and firewood, but I decided that since I came here to do a job, I should do it by myself, especially Fishlegs has already gone through the trouble of "finding" a tree for me to use.
"Are you sure?" Fishlegs asked "It looks like a pret-"
"Yes Fishlegs," I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "I'm sure I don't need any help." I started to see a little bit of hurt appear on his face. Unfortunately, I tend to be like my father at times and get a little upset when things seem like they're starting to not go the way I wanted for them to go. That's one of the many personality traits I share with him. I was about to apologize to Fishlegs, but he had his back turned to me now, petting Meatlug. I just shrugged my shoulders and started chopping on the tree, cutting it down to useable firewood.