Hiccup was still in the refrigerator facing Moria, who was laughing at him.

"You're saying you're going to kick my ass," he said, looking amused.

"That's right," said Hiccup.

"Well, even if you do manage to beat me or even kill me, it won't do any good," he said. "The zombies will lose their master, but the shadows won't return to you."

"Is that so?" said Hiccup.

"That's right, my power to control shadows is absolute," he said. "So fair warning if you want the shadows back, then there is only one solution. You have to get the commander of the shadows, other words, me, to issue them an order because they aren't going anywhere unless I say so."

"And I'm supposed to believe you?" Hiccup asked questionably.

Moria laughed. "Well, there's only one way for you to find out. You might be able to force me to return, although shadows, if you kick my ass hard enough. Well, I say that, but with your power, I doubt you could even lay a finger on me."

"Let's test that theory then," said Hiccup as he took on his hybrid form. "Dragon Fist!"

He swung his fist at Moria, but a hand shot out from the ground and caught the fist before it made contact. Hiccup looked at the hand and realised that it was the hand of a shadow that shot out from the ground itself.

"A shadow?" he stared.

Moria laughed. "You have to go through him first." Then Moria's shadow began to pull itself out from beneath him and took visible form. "Consider him my double; I call him Doppleman. In the past, I was just like you, overconfident in my abilities and full of unrealistic ambition, but then I realised the key to victory is to have underlings, real strong ones."

"While I agree having strong friends about you is the way to go, but you also need to align your own strength so that you can protect them," said Hiccup.

"I'll never do anything on my own again," Moria continued ignoring him. "Not without lifting a finger; my minions will make me the King of the Pirates!"

His shadow then swung his fist down upon Hiccup, who quickly flew back to avoid it.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but the King of the Pirates going to be me," said Hiccup.

"I seem to recall your zombie making the same claim." He then watched as the shadow attempted to strike Hiccup, pushing him back. "When there's an extreme difference between the body and the shadow, then the personality of the shadow's original owner lingers a little bit more than usual, especially when the owner of said shadow has an extremely strong will.

"However, that sort of thing cannot last forever, you know. It's only a matter of time before all your memories fade and Oars becomes an obedient zombie slave just like the others. No matter how strong it will may be, every zombie will bow down to me sooner or later; I don't mind being patient for a while."

"I'll get my shadow back before that happens," said Hiccup as he quickly took to the air and spun around, striking Moria's shadow with his tail and then opened his mouth. "Plasma…"

"Come, Brick Bat!" Moria commanded.

"…Barrage!" Hiccup roared, firing a storm of plasma blasts.

Moria's shadow then immediately split apart into orbs and caught the blasts before they made contact with Moria himself, acting like a shield.

"Damn, these things keep blocking me," Hiccup cursed.

The orbs then suddenly turned into a battle and began to swarm Hiccup biting down hard on his arms and legs. Hiccup immediately took off and tried to outfly the bats, but they kept on chasing after him. In the end, he quickly took a nose dive down towards the bottom of the fridge, and then at the last second, he saw upwards, causing the shadow bats to slam into the ground, and quickly came back face-to-face with Moria.

"Energetic, aren't you," Moria noted.

Before Hiccup could do anything, the bats quickly recovered and began to swarm him again.

Snotlout was having his own problems with the Wild Zombies, who continued to chase after him throughout the entire bedroom.

"Pound him! Crush him! Rip him apart!"

"Okay, but watch out for the salt!"

Perona just stood there watching as they literally ran around in circles around her.

"Damnit, I'm the only one who can beat that girl, but I can't do anything with her minions around," Snotlout grumbled. "This is supposed to be my chance to shine! Stupid zombies!"

'My ghosts took care of the other pirates, but this guy is a real pain,' said Perona. 'Not that it really matters; the Wild Zombies will finish him off one way or another, I'm sure.'

'If I throw a few salt balls to even the odds,' said Snotlout. 'I've got to think of a way to buy some time. Wait, that's it…'

Immediately came to a stop and quickly faced the zombies, who immediately crashed right into him.

"You got me," Snotlout groaned.

"All right, he's done for."

"You idiot, don't open your mouth like that. It might be another trick."

"Whoa, you're right. He's probably plotting something."

"Ha, you can't trick us."

They immediately covered their mouths, and Snotlout quickly pulled out some salt balls.

"How do you expect to hit us when our mouths are covered?"

Snotlout then tossed the salt balls directly at their mouths, but with uncovered out the no way of entering inside them.

"Whoever said I was going to throw salt," Snotlout smirked. "That was pepper."

Immediately the zombies began to sneeze due to the pepper, leaving their mouths wide open.

"Eat this!" said Snotlout as he got back up and then tossed some more salt balls; this time, it entered their mouths.

Immediately half the remaining zombies collapsed as they were purified.

"You cheater!" Perona yelled. "No fair!

"You guys are just too gullible," Snotlout sneered.

"Don't get cocky, human!"

"You got lucky once, but that's it!"

"Let's get after him!"

"I have you right where I want you," said Snotlout as he grabbed a ball and held it like pitching a baseball.

He tossed the ball straight into the air, but it went nowhere near the Wild Zombies and nearly hit the chandelier above them. This caused the Wild Zombies to laugh at him.

"What a loser!"

"Make him pay!"

The Wild Zombies then began to swarm him, but he merely smiled. Unbeknownst to them, Snotlout had, in fact, intended to hit the chandelier striking the chain attaching it to the ceiling. The ball he tossed hit with so much force that the chain snapped, and the chandelier fell on top of the Wild Zombies.

"What?" Perona stared.

The moment the chandelier hit, the Wild Zombies set them alight, causing them to panic.

"Guys, no, wait!" Perona cried.

"Now for you," said Snotlout cracking his knuckles.

Treacle then suddenly placed himself between him and Perona.

"You can't," he said.

"You best out of the way because I'm not pulling any punches, bear," Snotlout threatened.

Perona used this opportunity to run, and Snotlout quickly chased after her.

"Get back here!" he yelled.

"What's with this guy?" said Perona as they ran through the corridors. "This isn't fun any more. Can't you just leave me alone and go bother someone else? I'm tired of fighting!"

"I'd give up if I were you!" Snotlout yelled.

Treacle also dashed off after him.

"For the record, I'm good at running!" Snotlout yelled.

Perona looked back at Treacle. "Get rid of that guy already, Treacle!"

Snotlout quickly looked back at Treacle, who was gaining on him. "No, don't!"

"Stop running!" Treacle yelled.

"No, you stop running!" Snotlout yelled back and looked back at Perona. "And you too, ghost girl!"

"Not until you stop!" she screamed.

"I won't let you lay a finger on mistress Perona!" Treacle yelled and launched himself at Snotlout with a newfound speed.

Snotlout quickly hit the deck, and Treacle saw right over him and collided with one of the columns, smashing it into pieces.

"For such a fluffy stuffed animal that really packs a punch, doesn't he?" Snotlout blinked. "He can't unzip his own zipper, but he sure is good at running and wrecking stuff."

Treacle then burst out of the rubble, looking immensely angry. "Now I'm angry!"

He then began chasing after Snotlout, who quickly ran for it.

"That was a compliment!" Snotlout yelled as he ran.

Two of them then found themselves running across the mansion through corridor after corridor.

"Stay away from me!" Snotlout yelled.

"This is stupid!" Treacle yelled and smashed through another column.

Snotlout ran for it, and Treacle followed close behind, smashing through every single column that got in his way.

"No! Help!" he cried.

Perona, too, was still running when she saw Snotlout had caught up to began chasing after her.

"Stop it! Leave me alone!" she cried.

"I can't help it! He's chasing me!" Snotlout yelled.

Oars had now stopped pulling at the rudder, satisfied that the ship was now setting sail and was making his way towards the coast. The zombies on the island immediately cowered and hid from him as he walked by.

Once he reached the shores, he saw the massive gate that surrounded the island.

"This is certainly the strangest ship I've ever been on," he said as he placed his hand in the water. "This is definitely seawater."

As he placed his hand in the water, he caught it to overflow, and it fell into the trench that surrounded the island. Cerberus, who had returned to the trench, was now running for his life to outrun the water.

"Perhaps I should do some fishing while I wait for the fog to clear up," he said. "But how can I do that without a proper fishing rod? I suppose I should just reach in and try to grab one."

With that decided, he then plunged his hand into the water and, this time, successfully called a small tidal wave. Water began to flood the entire forest, and the zombies immediately ran for it in order to avoid the water.

Most of them had managed to get to higher ground before they were swept away by the tidal wave.

"Come on, little fishes, can't Uncle Oars," he said. "Maybe I should see if there's any fish here to start with?"

He then plunged his head into the water and began to look around, but it was so dark you could see a thing. When he pulled his head as he suddenly felt rather weak and lay there on the ground.

Hildon then flew in and ran landed on his shoulder. "You just came back to life, and you already have a death wish. What would happen if you drank that salt water? With your site, a little might not hurt, but in case you missed the memo, your zombie, and that means salt separates your body and your shadow."

"I was only trying to catch some fish," Oars grumbled.

Hildon sighed. "Do you have any brains in that thick skull of yours?"

"Just shut up."

Hildon sighed.

At the same time, Ragnar had finally located the chapel with Fishlegs in tow.

"Looks like we got here just in time," said Fishlegs.

"And it sounds as if we have Hiccup's zombie to thank for disturbing this shotgun wedding," said Ragnar.

"Even without knowing it, Hiccup managed to save Astrid," said Fishlegs.

"She isn't safe yet, but that can be easily rectified," said Ragnar.

He then suddenly dashed forwards into the chapel, ran past Absalom and then promptly kicked the zombie holding Astrid.

"Get your hands off her!" he yelled.

Absalom and the remaining zombies stared as Ragnar kicked the zombie right into the altar. He then quickly caught Astrid's unconscious body before it hit the ground.

"Now she's safe," he said with a smile.

"Nice one, Ragnar!" Fishlegs cheered as he rushed over. "Is she all right?"

"Still unconscious, but other matches perfectly fine," Ragnar assured him as he handed her over to him. "Though when she finds out she nearly married a perverted beast man, she's going to hit the roof."

"Don't you dare ignore me!" Absalom roared as he raised his hand.

A split second later, there was an explosion as something hit the altar, but there was no trace of Ragnar or Fishlegs.

"That was close," said Fishlegs as he emerged from behind a pew.

"No joke, you nearly had Astrid with that," Ragnar glared. "Attacking me is one thing, but shows some damn courtesy when there is a lady around."

"Oh, by the way, your shadow," said Absalom looking at Ragnar's feet. "It's gone, isn't it? Yes, one of the new zombies we created was strangely protective of my bride. It seems the will of his shadow hasn't faded, so he wasn't obedient to us just yet.

That must have been your zombie; how pathetic; they did even bother putting your shadow in a Zombie General, and since that's the case, I assume that your fighting skills are pretty weak. Both of you are overdressed weaklings that run your mouth too much."

His eyes then turned to Fishlegs. "And I recognise you, your that overweight navigator they got in my way when I was scouting out my bride."

"I'm husky!" Fishlegs yelled indignantly.

"I am one of the Mysterious Three; all of the Zombie Generals are under my command. Do you really think you two stand a chance against me?"

Fishlegs blinked. "He thinks Ragnar is weak? Of course, the Navy messed up his wanted poster, so he doesn't really look like it."

"I'm already pissed that you've ruined my special day, so I'll just kick your ass, and then I'll kiss her," said Absalom. "Actually, I'll be generous; if you two drag your sorry hides out of here right here and never come back, I'll let you go!"

Ragnar merely sat up and cracked his neck.

"The thing is, I'm really busy right now; your stupid captain's stupid zombie went on a rampage and smashed up some of my best men. But before I deal with that, I'm kissing my damn bride, and that's final! You follow me? I'm running very low on patients. I can't waste my time fighting some weakly like—"

Ragnar then moved with some unbelievable speed and grabbed his head with his legs, then with all his strength, he sent him flying across the chapel.

"You talk too much!" Ragnar yelled.

"Master Absalom!" the chaplain cried.

"No way! He weighs more than 600 pounds, and he got knocked back just like that?"

"So this is the big bad invisible man you on about Legs," said Ragnar.

"Yeah, that's him," Fishlegs nodded.

"I'm sure Astrid had a weapon; she would have made short work with him," said Ragnar as he walked over to Absalom.

Absalom was completely shocked by what had just happened. 'What was with that kick? Hogback made my body into the perfect animal; no human should be able to do that to me.'

Ragnar continued to slowly approach him, and he quickly raised his hands towards him.

"Hands of the Dead!" he yelled.

Ragnar then quickly jumped and pushed his hands away with his feet; seconds later, there were two sets of explosions hitting the ceiling.

'How do you know what I was going to do?' Absalom gasped. 'Damnit, who is this guy?'

Ragnar then jumped into the air once more and began dealing him some devastating kicks.

"You're the guy who showed up on the Night Fury and dragged your filthy tongue over Heather, aren't you?" Ragnar yelled furiously. "And I heard that you were peeping at Astrid while she was naked in the bath too!"

Ragnar continued even kick after kick, much to Absalom's shock. 'This guy is a nobody; how is he so strong?'

"And then you have the gall to arrange a shotgun wedding with Astrid!" Ragnar continued. "You're the most despicable man I ever met in my entire life, and that's saying something!"

He then kicked Absalom into the wall, much to the shock of the zombies.

"It would seem the only way to get your hands on a woman is to kidnap them and force them into your wedding, your pathetic!"

"I think I better pull back from a second," said Absalom and then he disappeared.

"Fishlegs, now!" Ragnar yelled.

"Okay!" Fishlegs yelled as he held his Clima-Gauntlets. "Fog Tempo!"

A thick cloud of fog covered the chapel, and Ragnar looked around until he saw the font brushing against something invisible.

"There you are!" said Ragnar.

"Did that punk just create fog from out of nowhere?" Absalom stared.

"Foe Shot!" Ragnar yelled, unleashing a flurry of kicks at him.

He has so hard that he went straight through a number of pews before he hit the wall again.

'This bastard doesn't even have a bounty,' Absalom groaned. 'What's going on here?'

"You're saying that you are running low on patients," said Ragnar as he approached him. "Well, I'm way beyond that. Normally I like to keep a cool head, but you've made me reach my boiling point. If there's one thing I hate more than anything in the world is a pervert!"