Snotlout and Heather were still sneaking around the island trying to gather information.

"Marine Command Branch 8?" Snotlout frowned

"that is the official name, but it's more commonly known as Navarone, the Marines most powerful stronghold," Heather explained. "The command centre is most likely that central tower, but that's about all we know."

"Enough with all the technical talk already!" Snotlout yelled. "Aren't ancient ruins enough for you, now you have to analyse some stupid Marine fortress!"

"Knowledge is power, or have you forgotten that we are in enemy territory."

"I haven't forgotten anything, but we can't just stand around looking at stuff!" Snotlout snapped. "I've got to get to the Going Tiger to see if my baby is okay." He then looked down into the bay, but he was unable to see the Going Tiger. "Tiger? Tiger, where are you?"

"It's reasonable to assume that the ship was seized by the Marines," said Heather calmly.

"Why are you so calm?" Snotlout yelled. "Don't you care about our ship?"

"Even if we can find the Going Tiger how we escape with it?" Heather asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you honestly think the Marines will simply show us the way out?"

"Uh… well, I…"

"Which is why we must find out all we can about this place, right?" said Heather plainly.

"Yeah!" Snotlout yelled as he stood up. "I would be a pirate of I wasn't scared of a few Marines! I'm done with this, Ali the standing around and looking at stuff to you!"

He then began to march off, but he had only taken a few paces when Heather summoned the arm to grab his foot.

"My leg!" Snotlout yelled before he landed on the ground face first. He then sat up and glared at Heather. "Hey, what was that for?"

Suddenly more hands appeared and pinned Snotlout to a tree as well as covering his mouth. He struggled for a few seconds until several Marines appeared out of nowhere if Heather hadn't stopped him, he would have run straight into them.

"Found them?"

"No, nothing!"

"We'll capture those filthy Dragon Riders, leave no stone unturned! They couldn't have gotten far!"

"Sir!"

"There's no escaping, we already captured the legendary Toothless," a Marine smirk before they walked off.

Once they were gone, Heather finally freed Snotlout.

"Toothless?" Snotlout stared.

"You all right?" Heather asked.

"Did you hear what he said?" he asked.

"The Marines must have realised the Going Tiger is in fact filled with pirates, not ghosts," said Heather contemplating. "Now their angry, we need to worry about our survival instead of our ship."

Snotlout looked absolutely furious. "I don't care what you have to say any more, that ship is more precious than life itself, and I'm going in there to get it back! Do you hear me? I've made up my mind, so just stay out of my way!"

Heather just watched as he ran off and shook her head. "So stubborn."

Heather decided to continue with a plan and made her way down to one of the docks, just as a grey-skinned man with a black ponytail wearing an inspectors uniform made his way down the gangplank of one of the damaged warships.

"I weathered that wretched storm to come to a backwater base in the middle of nowhere," he grumbled. "And they don't have the decency of welcoming me." He then spotted a Marine soldier on the other side of the dock. "Hey, you over there!"

"Sir!" said the soldier, saluting.

"I am here to meet this base's commander so inform the officer in charge that I have arrived in which to commence with the meeting post-haste!" he snapped.

The Marine looked at him awkwardly. "Yes, sir, but first… Sorry, sir, it's just that I have to ask what business you have with our Commander."

"I have no obligation to explain anything to you private!"

"I am really very sorry, sir, but I also have to confirm your rank and which division you are attached to."

The Inspector was now starting to get annoyed. "I will explain nothing to you, understand! Now contact your commando immediately!"

"Of course, sir, but I don't think you'll do any good."

"And just why is that private?"

The Marine looked at his watch. "Well, sir, this is the hour that Commander Jonathan normally takes for lunch though he's probably eating in the dining hall right now."

"So call the dining hall, dimwit!"

"But, sir, you don't know the credo of Command Branch Eight, do you?"

"You have a credo?" the Inspector blinked blankly.

"Rule One: you must wash your hands before every meal! Rule Two: never leave any food behind left on your plate! Rule Three: never mention work in the dining hall! Rule Four always brush your teeth—"

At this point, the Inspector grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him towards his face. "Enough! Your Seo your commander things lunch is more important than a VIP send by Marine headquarters? Is that correct?"

"Yes, that's correct, sir!" said the Marines sweating in buckets.

The Inspector looked as if he wanted to punch the poor guy in the face but instead released him. "I can see that you'll be of no used to me. I'll find the Commander on my own, but before I go. I have one piece of advice to you. If I were you, I would start thinking of ways to explain the situation to the court-martial."

He then laughed as he walked off.

'This sector no longer requires the presence of this bloated stronghold or the peculiar isolated commander that refuses to step foot outside of it,' he said. 'The don't need either of these outdated dinosaurs, and I'll make sure to note that in my report to headquarters. That old badger won't be eating and fishing on the Marines time at all, enjoy your last few meals at Navarone commander for soon you will be relieved of your duties here.'

He had just entered down the passageway when he suddenly sensed the presence, he quickly spun around but saw nothing behind him.

"Guess it was nothing," he said.

He went to adjust his sunglasses, but then saw a hand had grabbed his wrist and next thing he knew it twisted it. He cried out in pain as another hand grabbed his left wrist pain in it towards his back. He began spinning around before colliding with the wall and then fell unconscious.

Heather then approached him and pulled out his ID card. "Marine Headquarters Inspector Division." She then smiled at the unconscious Inspector. "You'll do just fine inspector."

Ragnar was busy cooking, in the kitchen, and all the other cooks just stared at him in awe, they had never seen techniques like this before. Additionally, the Marines were enjoying his cooking, they just don't get enough of it.

"Oh, so good!"

"This new cook is totally awesome!"

"All right, the next 100 are waiting!" said Jessica towards the Marines. "Hurry up and finish!"

"Aye, aye, sir!"

Jessica then made her way towards the Commander's dining hall and presented her husband with the lunch she had handmade herself.

"There you go," she smiled.

Jonathan wasn't looking rather enthusiastic as he looked down at his vegetables. "Uh, Jessica? This is the same dish you always prepare for me, isn't it?"

"It sure is, is there a problem?"

"Well, my men keep carrying on about the incredible food being prepared by the new cooks from Meridian. Don't get me wrong, I love your cooking, but I would really like to try something from these new guys."

Jessica then leaned in towards him with a soft smile. "You're saying you don't like it, the head chef herself personally took the time to prepare a meal for you and you don't like it? Would you rather eat the same food as the grants? I'll have you know that this meal was made with love and care just for you."

"I really appreciate the love and care in my meal, but I don't like so much the broccoli and carrots."

"Have you forgotten our bases credo?"

Jonathan began to sweat and immediately began to eat the carrots. "No, I'm eating, see! It's good!"

Jessica laughed playfully.

Hiccup was serving the meals as quickly and efficiently as possible.

"The other guy doesn't do much cooking, does he?" said one of the cooks to Ragnar.

"He serves the food rather efficiently, that's his job," Ragnar explained.

"True, he serves the food lightning-fast and what he lacked in cooking skills he makes up in enthusiasm. You, on the other hand, are clearly master talent in your getting rather popular among the troops."

"Thank you, I'll be sure to write down some of my recipes," Ragnar promised.

"I have an order for table 8 and make it snappy!" Jessica yelled.

"Ask, and you shall receive," said Ragnar.

He then started to create a dish which consisted of meatballs with a special source, and he did rather quickly.

"I'll take it," said Hiccup as he took the dish.

"Don't spill a single piece of that meal, or else you'll be spending time in the brig," Jessica warned.

"Understood," said Hiccup.

"And don't leave until the plate is empty!"

Ragnar then leaned in towards one of the cooks. "So who is this guy a table 8? Jessica seems rather worried about what he's eating?"

"She's always pretty wound up, but it gets even worse when it comes to her husband's food."

"Wait, she's married?"

"No chitchatting, back to work!" Jessica yelled before storming off.

"So what's her husband like?" Ragnar asked curiously.

"He's a leader of this place."

Ragnar's eyes widened. "He's the commander?" His eyes and slowly turned towards Hiccup. "Uh-oh, Hiccup."

Hiccup soon discover that he was face-to-face with Vice Admiral Jonathan of the base and he was doing everything to remain calm. Out of anyone in the entire fortress, he was very confident that the Commander had studied his wanted poster.

"Here you go," said Hiccup.

"Thank you, your dismissed," said Jonathan.

"Enjoy your meal, sir," said Hiccup as he saluted.

He wanted nothing more to leave the dining hall, but Jessica had given strict instructions not to leave until the Commander's plate was empty.

"This food is outstanding, it's everything they said it would be," said Jonathan as he bit into the meatballs. "So, what you think of Navarone, Dragon Conqueror Hiccup."

Hiccup's eyes widened.

Ragnar just arrived at the door just in time to see Jonathan getting to his feet. "Damnit, I'm too late."

"I am Vice Admiral Johnson, chief officer of G-8, your sworn enemy," he said.

"I suppose it was too much to hope that you wouldn't be able to recognise me," said Hiccup.

"Dragon Conqueror Hiccup, I would rather not resort to violence in the dining hall so please be civil," said Jonathan. "Just answer me one question, if you would be so kind."

"What kind of question?" Hiccup asked curiously.

"Not good, he knows who he is," said Ragnar.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't figure out your purpose here," said Jonathan. "I am certain that Captain Smoker is the one that defeated Viggo in Alabasta, your shenanigans resulted in no discernible gain. They require you no fame or fortune, your motives remain a mystery, and I want to know why it is that you came to Navarone of all places."

"It's not like we did it on purpose, it was a pure accident we landed here," said Hiccup simply. "Here in the Grand Line just easy one crazy adventure after another."

Jonathan chuckled the response. "You should know that even with the power of the devil fruit, one would find escaping from our charming little fortress is impossible. It will take nothing short of a miracle, checkmate."

Hiccup merely smiled. "I'll leave when I'm good and ready, commander."

"I bet you won't ought so tough when you hear that we captured Toothless," Jonathan smirked.

Hiccup smiled, instantly vanished. "Toothless?"

"How did they manage to accomplish that?" Ragnar stared.

"Along with a pair of twins," Jonathan added.

Hiccup then rose to his feet. "Okay, Commander Jonathan where are you keeping Toothless and the twins?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Why do you think, so I can find them and rescue my friends!"

"Be so hasty, you be joining the swordsman of his pals soon enough I'll make sure that," said Jonathan as he slowly approached him.

Hiccup then immediately dashed out through the door and joined up with Ragnar. "I think we've overstayed are welcome."

"You think?" said Ragnar as the two of them ran for it.

They then came to face with Jessica and all the cooks all of them with disapproving looks on their faces.

"Ah, I guess this we're fired," Ragnar smiled.

"Such a shame with someone with skills like yours to waste their life as a filthy Dragon Rider Pirate," said Jessica folding her arms.

"Give out while you can pirates, the cooks of Navarone are even tougher than the soldiers," said the Soup Chef.

"Bring it on, I come from cuts that make you look like schoolgirls playing house," said Ragnar.

The doors to the Commander's dining room then opened, and Jonathan began to approach them. Additionally, the cooks were beginning to close in on them as well.

Hiccup, however, was looking at them all confidently. "Now I was going to arrest a bunch of pirates in the kitchen, a little word of advice…" Then suddenly entering the dining hall when another 100 Marines. "…don't do it during the lunch rush."

Unaware of what was going on the Marines began to surround Jonathan and the cooks, preventing them from reaching Hiccup and Ragnar.

"No, we almost had them!" Jessica cursed.

"Exit stage, right?" Ragnar asked.

Hiccup nodded, and the two of them quickly made a dash to the exit.

"Dragon Conqueror!" Jonathan yelled.

"See ya around!" Hiccup yelled as they ran down the corridor.

Elsewhere in the fortress, a lieutenant was informing his men about the Dragon Riders.

"Our enemy is the Dragon Rider Pirates, you must be prepared to engage them at a moment's notice! For the honour of Navarone, we must deal with them swiftly and without mercy!"

"Sir!" said the Marines.

Snotlout was close by hiding behind a few crates slowly backed away. "These Marines are fired up, I won't last longer by playing hide and seek with these animals."

He then noticed some uniforms being hung out to dry close by and got an idea. He immediately began grabbing a uniform that was able to fit him and walked out calmly.

"Now I'll be able to walk around without a problem," Snotlout smiled as he walked past a few Marines.

"Hold it," said a Marine.

Snotlout gulped as he came to a sudden stop fearing that they had seen past his disguise.

"As a Navarone Marine you will follow the dress code to the tea, even your collar is important private," said the Marines noticing his crooked collar and it just did it. "Don't ever forget that again."

Snotlout then quickly spun around and saluted. "My apologies, sir. I sure you won't happen again. By the way, can you tell me how to get to the dock where the Dragon Rider ship is? I'm new here, so I'm kinda lost."

"The dock on the lower levels, about six blocks down."

"Thank you, sir," Snotlout saluted. "And I really appreciate the guidance."

He then immediately took off.

"Wait, that dock it—"

"Don't worry, I'll find it!"

Snotlout follow the instructions to the letter and soon found the Going Tiger and was instantly relieved.

"Oh, Tiger," he said with tears in his eyes. "You're really okay."

"A fine boat, a caravel model with lateen sails and an axial stern rudder right down the centre," said Able as he approached him. "It's an older model, but it can hold its own for the best of them."

Snotlout looked at him. "Hey, who are you?"

"You don't know me?" Able laughed. "You must be a rookie."

"Uh, yeah?"

Able then looked back at the Tiger. "From the looks of it, she has seen her own fair share of action. She's covered in patches, but you can tell they were expertly done. Yep, this ship is truly loved."

Snotlout blinked. "So you can tell that by looking at her?"

"Makes no difference to me if it's a Marine ship or pirate ship I can tell from a glance whether this boat has got the proper TLC," said Able as he took a swig from his flask.

"That means so much," said Snotlout cheerfully. "Thanks, old man!"

Able looked at him strangely. "Well, I wasn't complimenting you!"

"No, but I like the sound of it is that so wrong?"

"Your strange one aren't you?"

"You haven't changed a bit," said Drake as he entered with a few Marines. "Still trying to compare pirate junk with real Marine ships."

"Lieutenant-Commander if you're here about the ship repairs it will still be another week," said Able. "It would seem as if Marines these days are under the mistaken impression that learning good ships is their job. Thanks to that the repair schedule is completely packed."

"Stand down all time, I didn't come here to bother you," said Drake and his eyes turn to Snotlout, who was secretly trying to get away. "I'm here to talk to your new friend over there. Hey, you!"

Snotlout immediately came to a sudden standstill. "Yes, sir!"

"Which unit are you with?" Drake asked.

Snotlout just stood there sweating unable to come up with a good response.

"Have you forgotten which unit you're with?" Drake asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"Unit?" Snotlout gulped. "I'm pretty sure it was with 18, sir?"

"Of course, Unit 18 that the hand-to-hand combat unit, isn't it? Don't you idiots know that this dock is off-limits to everyone except to maintenance personnel?"

Snotlout realised that he messed up. "Well, I'm quite the forgetful type. It will never happen again, sir. I'll just be on my way…"

"That won't be necessary," said Drake.

"It's not?"

"Arrest him," Drake ordered his men.

The Marines drew their swords began to surround him.

"But I just want to get back to my unit, sir!" Snotlout cried.

"It was reported to me that a suspicious new recruit was seen and by the way unit 18 is in the hand-to-hand combat unit, it is supply unit," Drake smirked.

Snotlout gulped. "I did say was the forgetful type, didn't I?"

"Stop this immediately you brainless jackals!" Able snapped. "Don't you know where you are? For the dock workers, this place is holy. If you shed even a single drop of his blood here, I'll make sure you'll regret it."

There's clearly a lot of tension between Able and Drake, so much of value could cut it with a knife.

"Put your swords down," Drake ordered. "We'll take into the command centre."

"Sir," the Marines nodded, lowering their swords.

In no time at all, Drake escorted Snotlout to Jonathan's office.

"Is this him?" Jonathan asked.

"Commander, the suspect, insists that he is a Marine," said Drake. "But all of our evidence indicates otherwise. I think he's another one of the Dragon Riders."

Jonathan then approached Snotlout, making them even more nervous than he already was.

"You there, what's your name?" Jonathan asked.

"It's classified," he said.

"And your unit?"

"It's classified."

"Why did you go to the door with the pirate ship is impounded?"

"It's classified."

"It's classified?" said Jonathan leaning back.

"I say that we throw him into the break and throw the thumbscrews on him," Drake suggested.

"Hold on, Lieutenant," said Jonathan and took him to one side.

"But…"

"Come to think of it I heard that a special inspector from Marine Headquarters was supposed to arrive on the Stan Malay this morning."

"What?"

Snotlout's eyes lit up. "A Special Inspector?"

Drake just looked at Jonathan in disbelief. "Commander…"

"If he is an inspector, then it's only natural that he wouldn't be able to reveal his name or what unit is attached to."

"That's ridiculous, an idiot like him?" Drake scoffed.

Snotlout then laughed. "So you figured out? You should be proud of yourself, Commander, I am the Special Inspector from Marine HQ, but you can call me Inspector Snotlout."

Everyone just stared at him openmouthed not sure whether to believe them or not.

"Is there any illegal activity in G-8? Are all military rules and regulations being followed? How is the morale of the troops on the base? In order to answer these questions, I infiltrated the base as a grunt, and there you have it."

The Marines have certainly believed him and immediately released him and saluted. "We're sorry, Inspector Snotlout!"

"This is insanity, if he really is a Special Inspector then that means he has higher ranked and authority then we do," said Drake stunned. "This inspector can't be as high ranking as me?"

"'This man?'" Snotlout raising an eyebrow. "What exactly are you trying to say, Drake? Have you forgotten that you're only a Lieutenant?"

"What?" said Drake beginning to sweat slightly.

"I've got friends in high places, I can have you court-martialed for insulting a superior officer," said Snotlout approaching him. "How about it? Do you want to have your next meal at some wretched Marine prison cell?"

"Sorry for the misunderstanding Inspector, I was just about to send someone down to greet you," said Jonathan apologetically. "Please accept my apologies."

"Of course, Commander," said Snotlout graciously. "Everyone makes mistakes."

Marine then entered the room and saluted. "Commander, Special Inspector Major Shepherd from Marine Headquarters, has just arrived and is requesting a meeting."

Snotlout's jaw immediately fell to the floor. "The real one showed up?"

Drake glared at him. "I knew it! How dare you! You ass!"

He wasn't the only one that was annoying as the other Marines were looking for blood as well.

"What's the matter?" Drake yelled at Snotlout as he tried to think it way out of this one. "Where is your attitude now? What was that about a Marine prison?"

Snotlout then looked at the Inspector entered the room and discovered that it was not Major Shepherd, but Heather. She was now wearing the true Inspector's uniform, and it had even taken his shades

"Commander, please to make your acquaintance," said Heather calmly.

'Heather? Looks like Heather got a disguise too.' Snotlout blinked. He then started to look hopeful again it. "Oh, hey there fellow Inspector fancy meeting you here. You know me, right? I'm from your division. It's me, Inspector Snotlout, remember? Did you forget me because you are travelling so much?"

Jonathan looked at Heather." Major Shepherd, do you know this man?"

"No, sir, I do not," said Heather.

Snotlout was immediately crestfallen felt utterly betrayed.

"I knew it!" Drake roared.

The Marines then started a drag him away, but that didn't stop them fighting them every step of the way.

"Don't act like you don't know me!" Snotlout yelled.

"Lock him up, men!" Drake yelled, slamming the door.

Heather then looked at Jonathan. "I will begin by investigating the structural qualities of this base."

"Of course, be my guest Major," Jonathan nodded. "If you need anything, just ask."

"Thank you very much."

Snotlout was now back in his original clothing and was now sharing a cell with Toothless and the twins. He was rather annoyed that Heather had sold him out and expressed his fury to the others.

"Why would you Heather do something like this?" Snotlout asked. "I mean, does she suddenly hate me now or something? She practically stabbed me in the back. I mean if she had just got along with what I said we probably would have had the Tiger back by now."

"And where were you planning on going?" Tuffnut asked.

"Yeah, we're in an impenetrable fortress, and you decided to try to retake our ship in broad daylight?" Ruffnut asked bewildered. "Even the two of us know that's a stupid plan."

"And you should be more grateful to Heather," Toothless added.

"Grateful? Why why should I be grateful to her?" Snotlout yelled.

"Because it means you're with me now," Toothless pointed out.

Snotlout realised what he was getting at. "I see, Heather really knew that I would be safer here with you. She was thinking of my well-being all along, but still…" He then looked at the Marines pointing their rifles at them. "…this place doesn't seem that safe."

Heather was now in the archives studying a map of the fortress, and she knew she was being watched closely.

'Perhaps I should have started researching this base, I may have a chance of a clean escape earlier,' she said. 'Looks like there's only one way out of this place.'

Hiccup And Ragnar were running down the corridor quickly hit behind a corner just as a bunch of Marines appeared.

"So far we've captured Toothless, a pair of twins and another man with greasy black hair," a Marine reported. "Dragon Conqueror Hiccup and the rest of his crew have got to be close. Find them!"

"Sir!"

With that, the Marines began running off in different directions, and Hiccup and Ragnar looked at one another.

"They've captured Snotlout now?" said Hiccup.

"What do we do now, Captain?" Ragnar asked.

Jonathan was looking down his chessboard, trying to come up with his next move.

"Dragon Conqueror Hiccup and a very skilled cook," he said, looking at the king and a bishop. His eyes then turned towards a knight, rook and two pawns. "A warrior, a pair of twins and a man with black hair." He then looked at a knight, the Queen, and a bishop. "Doctor, a nurse and a workman that we have yet to see." He then placed a second rook onto the board. "And one more, who calls herself Major Shepherd. That makes ten crew members, it's all starting to make sense. We have already captured the ship as well as four members of the crew."

He then removed the knight, the rook and the pawns. "The remaining Dragon Riders are within our reach. So what's your next move going to be Hiccup D Haddock? I suppose I'll just have to sit back and see for myself."

He then gave a small chuckle.