A/N

Hey everybody! I'm happy to tell you that I have another chapter for you. I'd worked on my homework really hard yesterday, and because of that, I had a lot of spare time today. And that meant that I could write a new chapter! I hope you like it, and I hope that I can upload the other chapters just as fast as this one, but I'm afraid I can't... Sorry! I guess this was just an exception (not that you mind, I think).

I can tell you that this story won't have as much chapters as Black Hollow. Sorry for that too, but I just can't change that fact... :(

And with that said, on to chapter four!

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When Hiccup woke up, he felt a soft surface underneath him. But he couldn't tell what it was, because he had his eyes closed. It was warm, yet it was a bit wet. But he couldn't think of what it could be, because a coughing fit interrupted his thought.

'Hiccup!' he heard. Was that Mulch? Since when was Mulch around? The last time Hiccup checked, he was standing on the docks with Astrid and his father.

But then everything returned. The exhausting fishing, the sudden storm… the drowning. Hiccup remembered the terrible blackness he was in, the feeling that his lungs were burning up. And right now, with the coughing, it felt like that again.

Hiccup shot up, and tried to make the coughing stop. He felt something patting him on his back.

'Hiccup, are you okay?' Hiccup recognized the voice as Bucket's.

Finally, the coughing fit was over, and Hiccup opened his eyes. But he had to close them immediately, because the bright sunlight was blinding him. Cautiously, he opened his eyes a little bit. When the light didn't hurt him, he opened his eyes, and looked around. He was on a beach, along with Bucket and Mulch. He heard the birds chirping happily. Wait…

Birds? Hiccup didn't remember there were any birds near Berk. Those stayed away because of the dragons. So why did they return? Unless… this wasn't Berk.

Actually, it made sense to him. If he was on Berk, then he would be in his bed, not on the beach. And because he actually was on the beach, that meant only one thing: This was not Berk, and they were probably stranded.

'Where are we?' Hiccup asked, and he looked at Mulch and Bucket. They weren't really soaked wet anymore, so that meant they had been here for a while. Or they'd dried themselves up, but with what? No, the warmth of the sun had made them dry.

That was another thing that made Hiccup sure that this wasn't Berk. The sun, and its warmth. It never was this warm on Berk. It was not exactly an unbearable warmth, it was a comfortable one.

'I'm sorry to say it, but I have no idea. This was the nearest island, and I guess we were a bit far from Berk when the storm started' Mulch responded to his earlier question.

'And our boat is destroyed! We'll never get back home!' Bucket said, panicking a little.

'Calm down, Bucket. We'll get home. We just have to make a boat from anything that we can find here, and then we can go home' Mulch said.

Hiccup stood up. 'Well, let's get started then' he said, but as soon as he was standing straight, he head began to throb, and another coughing fit started.

'Easy there, Hiccup. No need to hurry' Mulch said, while he patted Hiccup on the back again.

It took a while, but then Hiccup's coughing stopped. 'But there is' he said. 'We have to make something to get back home, before the sun sets. Dad would be worried sick if we don't return soon, and so will the rest of the village. I…' Hiccup sighed. 'I don't want to disappoint him.'

So this is the real Hiccup, Mulch thought. Sure, he has changed since the defeat of the Red Death, but everything that had happened before that, stayed in him. How the people treated him, how Stoick treated him. And it never left. Mulch felt really sorry for Hiccup. He wanted to help him, but he didn't know how.

'Why would you disappoint him?' Bucket asked. Mulch looked at him, surprised. Bucket wasn't really that good with other's feelings, but now Mulch was proven wrong.

'That… That I make a mess even of a task as simple as fishing! I guess it'll never change' Hiccup said, and he lowered his head.

'Hiccup, don't say that! I don't like what you're saying right now! You're lying' Bucket said.

'No I'm not! The gods really hate me! They love to see me in situations like these. Like, they love to give me the angst of dying, but at the very last moment, they let me live. I'm so sick of it!'

'Hiccup, stop it right now!' Mulch said. He'd never known that Hiccup thought about himself that way, and to be honest, he didn't want to either. 'The gods don't hate you. Why would they stow a fate like being the first Viking ever to befriend a dragon, and save a whole village from their deaths, upon you, if you think you're such a worthless human? Because you're not! You are special Hiccup, special in your own way.'

'I… I'm sorry' Hiccup said, and Mulch could see the tears welling up in the teen's eyes. Then, without warning, Hiccup turned around and ran into the woods.

'Hiccup! Don't go!' Bucket yelled, and he wanted to follow him, but Mulch stopped him.

'Don't Bucket. Hiccup needs some time for his own. He will come back, and we have to be here when he does.

'But I want to help him' Bucket said.

'I know,' Mulch responded. 'I want to as well, but it'll be better if we leave him alone for now. You know what? If you stay here, then I will get something to make a boat or something, so that we can go home. Does that sound good?'

Bucket nodded and smiled. 'Don't worry Mulch, I'll be here!'

'You promise? I don't want to come back, and find an empty beach.'

'Yes, Mulch, I promise. As long as you come back, okay?'

Mulch smiled. 'I will, Bucket. I'll be back soon.' And with that, he turned around and walked into the woods. He looked around one more time, just to make sure that Bucket stayed where he was. He smiled when he saw his friend at the exact same spot as where he left him. When he entered the woods, he looked around.

'Okay… I don't have a saw, hammer or nails, so first I have to find something that can resemble some rope…' he said while he walked. He liked it to think out loud, it made his mind much clearer. Sometime Bucket would ask him to stop, because it was giving him a headache, but Mulch didn't mind.

But Mulch didn't want to wander off in his memories. He had to stay focused, otherwise it could be possible that he missed something that he could use.

About half an hour had passed, and Mulch decided that he had gathered enough stuff to make a start. He walked back the path that he had come, and once he was back on the beach, he walked towards the spot where Bucket would be.

But Bucket wasn't.

Instead of Bucket, Hiccup was sitting there, looking out over the sea.

'Hiccup!' Mulch said.

Hearing his name, Hiccup turned around, and saw Mulch nearing, carrying a lot of stuff in his arms. Hiccup quickly stood up, and took some wood from him. He laid the wood down in the sand, and looked behind Mulch. But he only saw the forest. 'Where's Bucket?' he asked.

'I told him to stay here. I have really no idea where he could be!' Mulch said, putting down his stuff as well. 'How long have you been here?' he asked then.

'I don't know exactly. When I returned, I found no one, and I thought you guys were somewhere in the words. But because I don't know the island, I decided it would be better to stay here, and wait for you to return.'

'Oh this is bad. No one of us knows this island. Bucket could be lost somewhere. He could be hurt. You never know with him' Mulch said, the worry clear in his voice.

'Let's search for him, together' Hiccup suggested. He knew that this meant that they couldn't build something to get home before the sun would set, and that meant that they had to stay the night on this island. How much Hiccup disliked it, he knew that he couldn't let Bucket down.

'You're right. Let's go' Mulch said, and he walked back into the woods, Hiccup following behind.

It was such a pretty bird, Bucket had to follow it. He knew that he'd promised to stay on the beach, but he'd never seen such a beautiful creature before, and he wanted it as a pet. But that meant he had to chase it, and catch it. Bucket had followed the little bird into the woods, and after a while, he'd lost it. He was disappointed that the bird didn't like him, but he soon forgot about that fact when he'd noticed that he had no idea of where he was, and where he had to go to go back to the beach.

'Oh no' was all he'd said. Bucket had decided to walk down a path, and hoped for the best that it would lead him back to the beach.

But time had passed, and still he wasn't on the beach.

'Hiccup and Mulch will be so worried' he said, and he looked around, trying to find something he would recognize. Something that could tell him that he was near the beach. But there wasn't anything. 'Now I'll never get back. What do I do?' he said desperately.

He walked for another while, and eventually, he stumbled upon something interesting. There was a clearing in the forest, and Bucket could see a stream flowing down. But that wasn't the thing that interested him. What interested Bucket, was that there was a little house standing near the stream. And more surprisingly, there was smoke coming from the chimney on top of it.

Not believing his luck, Bucked walked towards the house. When he came nearer, he could hear something.

No, someone. A women, to be precisely. And that woman was singing some kind of lullaby.

Bucket couldn't decide if he would walk around the house, and ask the woman if she could bring him towards the island, or that he would ignore it and try to find it himself.

Knowing that the last option wouldn't help him, he decided to walk nearer.

'Uhm… Hello?' he said. The singing stopped, and Bucket walked closer. When he walked around the corner, he saw a women with long, brown hair standing in front of him. She was holding a bucket, made of wood. She was probably filling it with the water from the stream.

But Bucket somehow, this woman seemed familiar to him. Like he knew her, but hadn't seen he for a very long time. Bucket's thoughts were answered when the women started to talk.

'Bucket, is that you?'