Okay so I know how horrible the chapters up to now have been and writing in first person isn't my speciality. I was simply testing it out, and seeing now how it turned out, I've decided that from here on out every chapter will be from the narrator's perspective.
On the ship, heading for Outcast Island was Alvin the Treacherous talking with his men. Some of them say it's a miracle that they found Hiccup there along with the Night Fury. The unholy offspring of lightening and death itself. But some says it's just fate. Alvin on the other hand found it more as a reward. A reward for struggling to keep the dragons away from his island, but keeping so many a live, almost in one piece.
He's still not sure what to do with the boy and his dragon. He could ask him to train his dragon. As long as the boy doesn't find out why he wants them trained. If he does, Alvin will have to make him do what he asks for. Torture is a way, but a small body like that? He won't last for long, and already with an injured food. At least now he knows the boy have got no chance of escaping. One of his men asked him if they should fix his leg from bleeding him out dry, but Alvin just responded with a fist to the soldiers face.
"It's not our fault he's injured. If the boy is smart enough he will give us the answers we're searching for and then we will fix his leg, if not he could take that as step one of torture," Alvin walked over to the mast of the ship, looking at the pale boy hanging there, almost as if he's lifeless. Just to make sure, Alvin put his hand on the boy's neck to check the pulse. It was weak, but at least the boy was alive. "I need this boy awake," He commanded. One of his men came beside him with a bucket of salty water, splashing it at the boy's face. Just as the chief wanted, the boy woke up.
"Wha…,?" The boy said, opening his eyes slowly. His vision was blurry; he couldn't make out what the voices around him were saying. His eyes opened wide, only to be squeezed shut, groaning in pain of the massive headache and his left leg screaming in pain. Without having noticed before, he struggled to move his hands, noticing that they were tied above his head. He forces his eyes to open, still blurry, but this time he could hear loud and clear.
"Morning sunshine," Alvin smirked, hiding his knife. The boy struggled to move, feeling the pain in his leg draining the energy out of him. Looking down, he saw what the problem was. His toes were visible, but blood stained from right under his kneecap. There were holes in his pants that could be teeth marks, and through the holes, he could see his leg practically bitten. It was also in a strange angle, his leg hanging more to the left than right. When he moved it, the leg moved back and forth. This is bad, he thought before facing the hideous man in front of him.
"W-Who…are…you?" The boy asked, using as much strength he could to not show any sign of pain or weakness. He already knew he was on a hostile ship, but why? The only way he would find out was to ask him questions that the man hopefully would answer on.
Alvin didn't notice at first, but once the boy had open his eyes, showing the emerald green eyes he knew who this boy was, and most importantly, who and where he belonged to. He hesitated, but thought it would be rude to not introduce himself to his now new partner for a life time. "I'm Alvin the Treacherous, chief of the Outcast Tribe. And you must be Hiccup huh? Or should I say dragon Conqueror?" He introduced himself, showing his yellow teeth with a smirk across his face by the mention of 'Dragon Conqueror'.
Hiccup was shocked that his enemy knew who he was. But what shocked him the most was why Alvin had called him 'Dragon Conqueror'. Did he know? Did he find out what happened back in the nest? How would he know?! Hiccup was getting frustrated with the questions filling his head, but not bothering to throw away the massive headache. "What…are you…talking…about?" Hiccup asked, finding it hard to breath with the pressure laying on him. Many things could happen to him when he was on a foreign island with a hostile tribe to his own.
"Oh, you're probably wondering how I know who you are? Well you see, me and your father, Stoick the Vast have a past," Alvin smiled at the thought of their past. It was a good day for him and his future.
"He's not my father, not anymore," Hiccup muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Alvin to hear him. Alvin was surprised by the response. He was expecting something like, 'what past?' or 'what do you mean past?' "In flesh and blood yes, but relationship? Never gonna happen."
"What did he deserve to get that title from his own son?" Alvin was getting curious of what his childhood friend had done to his own son. He never had a son of his own. Mostly because he wasn't interested to take care of someone else, but also because Outcast Island was known to be the Island of men. This means no women allowed unless they're their slaves or prisoners. In the beginning it was only an army on a foreign Island, but soon it grew to be a hostile land to most of the tribes known in the world. Every tenth year they would go to an island and kidnap boys, raising them as an outcast solider. Of course that was only thirty years ago.
"Nothing else than torturing, ignoring and blaming his own son for my mother's death," Hiccup said a hint of sarcasm in his voice. If he ever gets out of here alive he wouldn't think he'd be able to face his father again. He would probably keep shouting at me, and hurt Toothless. Hiccup would never let that happen. But then again, where was Toothless? He searched the deck as far as his eyes would let him. His forest green eyes stopped as he saw a black figure tied up roughly with chains and a muzzle on its mouth.
"Let him go," Hiccup said, getting angry as he saw Toothless unconscious.
"The dragon? Nah ah, you will train our dragons, in return you can set your precious little Night Fury free," Alvin explained, pointing his knife on the unconscious dragon. Hiccup felt anger grow inside him, scratching its way out of his chest, begging to leave his body. He was about to respond, but didn't as he spotted a dark, stony island on the horizon. Alvin turned and smiled. "Home sweet home. Welcome to Outcast Island."