Author's Note: Chapter 1 has come. Whatever will you do? Why, read it, of course! That IS why you're here, right? Well, no matter your answer, I present to you Chapter 1! That is, the true Chapter 1. Oh, and sorry for the late update. I am the ultimate in procrastination (you could say I'm the patron goddess of procrastinators), and I have been working on a bunch of random stories, not all of which are fanfictions. Maybe I'll post them on here eventually. Maybe I'll post them on a different site. And maybe I'll actually let you read the chapter. Who knows?

Disclaimer: I own only my OC's and their dialogue. I wish I owned How to Train Your Dragon, but I don't, much to my chagrin.

Three years later…

Adeline's POV

I sat on the cold stone floor of my cell, my legs up against my chest and my arms around me. My blouse had become dirty from the years in here, and my pants weren't much better. The only clean thing on me was my belt buckle, and that was simply a matter of pride. I sighed, but the only one who heard me was Frostwave, who had been moved to my cell after the "trial." She grumbled a bit and opened one crimson eye.

"Addie, I simply don't see why we don't break out of here. You know the guards are nothing more than piles of fat on sticks wrapped in metal. I could easily defeat them," she growled softly. She blew a cloud of ice at my head as if to prove her point. I brushed the snow out of my hair with the ease of years of practice.

"Frostwave, you know why. I'm still missing that last item from my medicine kit," I replied. She grunted in annoyance, but didn't press the issue. I leaned back against the rough stone wall behind me and stared off into space. Meanwhile, Frostwave stretched her long, snaky neck out and flared her fins. Her tail extended in the opposite direction, and she nearly took up the entire cell. Keep in mind that this was the largest cell down here. She stretched her wings, nearly crushing me. When she realized what had happened, she withdrew them and glanced at me abashedly.

"Sorry," she crooned quietly. I shook my head slowly and looked at the iron door keeping us in here. It was a crisscross of rusty iron, and seemed sturdy. Of course, it was on half-barrel hinges, so Frostwave or I could easily lift it out of the frame and ensure our freedom. I cocked my head, greasy hair falling in clumps to the lower side. I could hear footsteps, light and furtive, as if they were afraid of being caught. A young man appeared in the empty squares of the door. In his hands was a small jar of something foul-smelling. I smiled and got up.

"Thanks, Simon," I said as warmly as I could for the son of my captor. He smiled back weakly.

"This is the last one, right?" he said nervously. Simon glanced around swiftly to make sure no one was watching. He had a black diamond over his right eye, just like his father, the Captain. His black eyes were still full of hope and feeling, though, and none of his teeth were missing. I was sure that many of the other pirate girls on Blackstone were mooning over him, but I only felt the love of a sibling toward him. He was the closest thing I had to a brother here, and that wasn't saying much.

"Of course it is. Now you can stop acting like a traitor to your father, okay, Simon?" I answered. He sighed in relief.

"Thanks, Addie. I hope you get out of here soon. Gale seemed to be up to something the last time I saw him. You'll need to get out of here fast," he warned. I nodded.

"I will. And thanks, Simon. I know I asked a lot of you, but you've been a great friend." He flinched very slightly at the word "friend," but was soon back to normal.

"Of course, Addie. Anything for you, since you're such a good friend of mine," he said. I could have sworn I detected a bit of hurt in his voice.

'It's probably just my imagination. Why would Simon not like me calling him my friend?' I thought. He passed the jar through one of the holes and hurried off. I moved away from the door and towards Frostwave. She obligingly lifted a wing to reveal a large white leather bag. I pulled the leather cord loop over the white stone carving and lifted the flap to reveal several more jars like this one, with a gap on the edge. I reverently placed the last jar in the space and closed the kit. She hid it again and curled up.

"Tomorrow, Frostwave. Tomorrow, we break out," I promised her while I climbed into the nest she had made in the center, warm dragon all around me.

"Good. I'm tired of this place," she crooned sleepily. Soon, I could hear soft snoring coming from her, and decided to follow her example by falling asleep.

3rd Person POV: Hiccup

Toothless and Hiccup were out on a flight around the island. They were relaxing peacefully in the waning light, and all seemed right with the world. Of course, that's when things took a turn for the worse, because life is "funny" that way. A huge iron net made of chains shot out of nowhere and wrapped around them, pinning Hiccup to the Night Fury's back and preventing Toothless from flying away.

They plummeted to the ocean, and were only saved by a boat that had come up quickly. Hiccup sighed in relief, because he thought it was a Berkian boat. His relief was short-lived. A rag was shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head, and a shackle was shoved through the net and around his hands.

"Famm, famm, famm," a man drawled. His voice was colder than a winter on Berk, slicker than fish oil, and more malevolent than the Red Death. Hiccup squirmed around and managed to get a good look at the man who had spoken. His hair was black, and it was slicked back from his face. Emotionless black eyes stared down at Hiccup condescendingly. A red triangle tattoo covered his right eye. He knelt down and looked at Toothless.

"Fryd ryja fa rana? Dra Lybdyeh femm pa bmaycat du caa y Night Fury yht edc netan eh rec bnecuh. Fuimth'd oui cyo cu, puoc?" he said, dark pleasure dripping from every strange word. The men around him, each with a tattoo over their right eyes, nodded or said, "Oac." He reached out a hand to touch Toothless's head, but he reared back and did his best to roar at the man. Hiccup glared at this man. His face filled with apology.

"Oh, but where are my manners? I am Gale, head of the House of Winds of Blackstone Island," he said, bowing theatrically. Hiccup's face paled and Gale smirked.

"Ah, I see you have heard of my home. Tell me, how much would you like to see it?" Hiccup glared at him.

"Oh, that's right, you can't talk right now," he said snidely. He wordlessly gestured one of the men over, and they took off the gag.

"Why are you doing this to us?" he said angrily. Gale smiled and shook his head slowly, as if Hiccup were a child who had asked a ridiculous question.

"Because anyone who rides dragons is an affront to all humanity," he hissed. Something flickered in his eyes: hatred, and… was that sorrow? It vanished as quickly as it appeared and left Hiccup questioning himself. He stood up and motioned to the other man. The gag was shoved into his mouth. More men came over and dragged them down below.

They laid there for hours, listening to the men talk in their weird language and the sound of waves against the wooden hull. Hiccup managed to work the gag off, but he knew better than to try to call for help. Finally, they reached their destination: Blackstone Island, home to some of the most infamous pirates in the archipelago. The hatch above their heads was lifted up, and torchlight flooded the captive duo. More men, and even a few women, were looking down at them.

"Famm, huf, fryd tet oui pnehk dra Lybdyeh, Gale? Y haf duo vin dra ynahy?" one of the women said. She got a better look at Hiccup and Toothless and snickered.

"Ra fuimth'd mycd y sehida ykyehcd Adeline," she said. The men around her nodded thoughtfully.

"Pid E pad dryd tnykuh fuimt tu helamo. Nekrd, puoc?" Most said, "Oac" or "Oac, Greta." Others simply glared at Toothless and Hiccup. Some of the men from the ship jumped down, connected hooks to the chain net, and held on tight.

"Ruecd ran ib!" one shouted. Some machinery out of sight started clanking and the two of them were lifted out of the hold. Hiccup gaped at the size of the pirate fleet. There seemed to be almost a hundred ships, and while most were the size of your average Viking longship, some, like the one they had been captured by, were four times that size. A crowd of pirates, each with their own tattoo, watched them be moved from the bowels of the ship to a large cage. The pirate men unhooked the net and were lifted out of it by the hooks. The top of the cage clanged down and was locked in place by a few more pirates.

"There must be hundreds out there, bud," Hiccup whispered to Toothless. The crowd muttered to itself. Suddenly, it hushed and parted. Revealed at the end of the corridor of people was a man, probably as old as Stoick. His hair was greasy black, and his left eye was covered by a piece of black fabric on a string. His right eye glittered evilly under the black diamond tattoo. The man smiled and showed a few gold teeth among even fewer real teeth.

"Fro, Gale, tet oui pnehk sa y bnacahd? Ruf druikrdvim uv oui," he growled. His voice was raspy, probably because of the pipe hanging from his belt. Hiccup could hear the malevolence in every word. The man hobbled forward on a bladed peg leg and stopped. He looked Hiccup and Toothless down, but stopped at his metal leg and fin. He whirled around.

"Tet oui drehg dryd y lnebbma fuimt syga y kuut vekrdan eh dra ynahy?!" he yelled at Gale. Even this cold man was frightened. The man gestured at Hiccup and Toothless.

"Muug yd dras! Dra puo ryc y bak mak, yht dra tnykuh ryc y vyga veh! Fryd fana oui drehgehk?" he shouted angrily. Gale cringed under the onslaught of words.

"E teth'd drehg ra fyc lnebbmat frah E lyikrd res," he muttered. The other man glared at him to be silent. When Gale had shut up, the man looked back at Hiccup.

"Welcome to Blackstone Island, boy. Try to get used to it; it's gonna be your home for a while," he sneered. Spittle flew into Hiccup's face.

"I'm the Captain. You'll be answering to me while you're here, so get used to it. Take him away," the Captain said to some pirates nearby. They pushed against the cage, its wheels squealing a bit before rolling smoothly along. They carted them away to a large iron grate over a cell.

Author's Note: Behold, the translations! (cue dramatic fanfare)
Famm, famm, famm – Well, well, well (what have we here?)
Fryd ryja fa rana? Dra Lybdyeh femm pa bmaycat du caa y Night Fury yht edc netan eh rec bnecuh. Fuimth'd oui cyo cu, puoc? - What have we here? The Captain will be pleased to see a Night Fury and its rider in his prison. Wouldn't you say so, boys?
Oac – Yes
Famm, huf, fryd tet oui pnehk dra Lybdyeh, Gale? Y haf duo vin dra ynahy? - Well, now, what did you bring the Captain, Gale? A new toy for the arena?
Ra fuimth'd mycd y sehida ykyehcd Adeline – He wouldn't last a minute against Adeline
Pid E pad dryd tnykuh fuimt tu helamo. Nekrd, puoc? - But I bet that dragon would do nicely. Right, boys?
Ruecd ran ib! - Hoist her up!
Fro, Gale, tet oui pnehk sa y bnacahd? Ruf druikrdvim uv oui – Why, Gale, did you bring me a present? How thoughtful of you
Tet oui drehg dryd y lnebbma fuimt syga y kuut vekrdan eh dra ynahy?! - Did you think that a cripple would make a good fighter in the arena?!
Muug yd dras! Dra puo ryc y bak mak, yht dra tnykuh ryc y vyga veh! Fryd fana oui drehgehk? - Lood at them! The boy has a peg leg, and the dragon has a fake fin! What were you thinking?
E teth'd drehg ra fyc lnebbmat frah E lyikrd res – I didn't think he was crippled when I caught him
Yeah, I know it's a lot to take in. And things aren't looking too good for Hiccup and Toothless, are they? But don't fret. Guess who they're going to meet in the next chapter. (hears responses) No, Fred, they aren't going to meet the Easter Bunny. Although...
Adeline: Run, everyone! She's having an idea!
Wild Cat 214: Now that's just rude.
Adeline: Hey, you never said I was polite. Think about how you made me.
Wild Cat 214: (thinks back) Oh, God.
Adeline: Look who's being rude now.
Anyways, again, sorry about the SUPER late update. Tech problems, internet availability, and my own personality all combined into several months of no posts. Please R&R. Your patronage is appreciated.

Wild Cat 214, out!