A/N

I don't know what to think of this chapter. I'm not really satisfied with it, but I don't know what I could change to make it better, either. So, to prevent you from waiting any longer, I've decided to give it a shot, and I'm really, really sorry if it's not what you've expected.

Thanks to Doomsday BeamXD and Phoenixofmyth for their support, and of course thanks to everyone else who's read/followed/favorited this story!

Mulch was trying his hardest to make the raft, but sometimes, when it didn't went as planned, his inner Viking stepped up, and he would get irritated. Just like now.

'You stupid excuse of a raft! Why won't you work with me?' Mulch muttered. But it was enough for Hiccup to hear him. He walked over towards his side, and tried to figure out what the problem was. It didn't take long for Hiccup to see what was wrong; his experiences with building rafts in his childhood was really helping him out to make a pretty good one, which worked really well too.

'Wait Mulch. Look, there's nothing to worry about,' he said, and he took the vine -which they used as rope- they'd found on the island. 'If you put this like this around the poles, or whatever you may call them, they'll fit.' Hiccup said, while he tied the vine around the poles, just like he'd said. Mulch paid a lot of attention towards what Hiccup was doing, and he soon realized what he did wrong.

'Thanks Hiccup,' he said, and he really meant it. Mulch was getting sick of the island, and he just wanted to leave. So when tried to tie the rope to make the raft secure, and it wouldn't work, he got upset. Hiccup nodded and left Mulch alone, probably to think of how to train one of the Scauldrons. Valhallarama was working on the other side of the raft, and Bucket insisted that he'd get some food. They tried to prevent him from that, but he was being stubborn. And because they just weren't in the mood to keep an eye on him all the time, they let him go. But they told him not to go too far, or they would leave without him. Of course, they would never do that, but it got Bucket's attention, and he promised to stay near.

'Hey Mulch,' Valhallarama said. Mulch looked up, and wondered what she wanted from him.

'Could you tell me what had happened on Outcast Island? I asked Hiccup, but he said he didn't want to talk about it,' she asked. Mulch looked at her, and was wondering if he should tell her. But the look in her eyes told him that she was ready for whatever he was going to tell her. So he took a breath, and while they continued to build the raft, he spoke. Valhallarama was shocked to hear what Hiccup's been through, and she understood more of him. While Mulch told Hiccup's story, the raft neared it's perfect state. The timing couldn't be any better, because when Mulch was finished, the raft was too.

Valhallarama looked behind her to see Hiccup staring at the sea. She found it unfair that Hiccup had to go through such things while he still was so young. When she was his age, the only thing she needed to worry about was dragon training. And because she was one of the best in the class, she didn't even have to pay lots of focus. She could easily live her life, with no worries at all. Those came when she reached adulthood.

When she looked at her son, she couldn't help but to see Stoick in his features. Sure, he wasn't the big, bulky man his father was, but they still shared some similarities. The way he was standing there, just like his father when he was younger. And those emerald green eyes, the same as Stoick's. She noticed that he even talked a little like him. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Hiccup turning around. He'd felt like he was being watched, and to see his mother's gaze towards him, his feelings were confirmed.

'Mom? Is something wrong?' Valhallarama was pulled out of her thought, and shook her head a little, as if she was trying to shake her mind into focus.

'No… Nothing's wrong, dear,' she finally responded. Hiccup just shrugged his shoulders. After all, he sometimes spaced out a little too.

'I'm sorry!' The three Vikings looked up in the direction the sound came from, and they saw Bucket walking out of the foliage. 'I couldn't find any food!' he said, and he threw his hands up in the air.

'Don't worry Bucket,' Mulch said. 'It's no big deal. We still have enough from yesterday, see?' he pointed towards the bucket Valhallarama brought with her, filled with all sorts of berries, and another bucket filled with fish. It took them a while to gather the food, but when they did, they had more than enough. Bucket nodded when he took a look at it, and smiled.

'Yeah… You're right. But I just wanted to do something helpful, and I thought this was the perfect thing for me to do, since we do this at home too. You know, getting food for everyone, and that sort of stuff.' Mulch smiled at that comment. His friend never changed a bit.

'I know. And thank you for that, Bucket,' he finally responded. It was then that they noticed the sun had set, and everyone knew they needed to rest now, in order to have enough energy to sail who-knows how long. So without saying a word, everyone lay down, and made themselves comfortable. It didn't take long for everyone to enter the blissful realm of dreams.

'We'll look for them tomorrow. It's getting late, and we need our rest,' Gobber stated. It was true. They had been searching for the rest of the day in the area where the found the piece of the fishing boat. But the longer they searched, the more it pointed towards the fact that they weren't near, and that the piece was just here by coincidence.

Stoick looked at his best friend. He didn't want to stop, he didn't want to give up on his son, only for something as stupid as sleep. But deep down he knew he was right. Not only did they get their rest, it would also be better for them to search in the day-light. In the dark, it was easy to overlook something, and it would be easier to miss Hiccup, Mulch and Bucket because they thought they'd searched that area, and that they weren't there. No, that mustn't happen. 'You're right,' he said, and he steered Thornado in the direction of Berk. 'But when the sun comes up tomorrow, I'll be searching.'

Gobber nodded. Although he didn't have a son himself, he knew how Stoick must be feeling. Maybe he was even blaming himself right now. He looked at the man that was his best friend since they were younger, and he could see the worry that was etched on his face since Hiccup, Mulch and Bucket were missing. Gobber could already imagine how relieved Stoick would be when they'd found Hiccup, or when he would return on his own, because Gobber truly believed the young Viking would. He could be anything but a Viking, he still had the ability to use his brains before taking action, and Gobber just knew that Hiccup would be all right, with the help of Mulch and Bucket.