"Heave!" the mighty called out, men yanking on a rope to bring up a large net of fish "over here, over here" the voice added. One the other side, Stoic walked on the decks with his assistant, stopping once to watch the progress of stocking the ships.
"They're getting bolder, at this rate, we won't have enough food to last winter" Stoic told him as they walked along the decks.
"Should we send out hunting parties?" his assistance questions.
"For what? The devils have picked the island clean" Stoic answered gravely.
"Please tell me you have some good news!" Stoic raised his voice to address another Viking getting off the ship.
"Another two ships lost in the soup and still no sign of the beasts" the Viking responded.
Stoic sighed "they're close, close enough to make us their hunting ground" he whispered "I can almost smell them" he added then took a deep breath.
"Continue the search" he ordered.
"With what? We're not just low on ships Stoic, we're low on men" the assistant argued.
Stoic's jaw set "then pull from the defenses" he ordered.
"We'll train replacements, this is a crisis, we need all hands deck" he replied.
"All hands?" Stoic turned to the assistant then around to see what every Viking was looking at, his son Hiccup. His son stared a moment turned around and left him.
Okay, this one is much shorter but eh what can you do?