Why, hello again! Not much to say this time. I know the update is a little late, but technically it is within the day, so, yea. Reviewers...

Gir240: You'll have to wait and find out! (I know, I'm evil.) And yea, sorry for the short chapter. I write all these out on paper before I type them, and it takes and seems a lot longer when it's not on the computer.

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imaginationflies: Yay, thank you so much! My friend went to see the Hobbit, and he said it was amazing! Maybe I'll go see it too...

Thanks to all my favorites, followers, and reviewers. And now, Chapter 5!

-Shadow

Chapter Five

Stoik couldn't believe his luck, and that wasn't in a good way. Now that the teens had gone, he had to find them as well as Hiccup! Who in their right mind would fin off without telling their chief? Now that he thought about it, Stoik would have probably done the same thing if he was young and Gobber got taken.

He, Gobber, and about twenty more men were sailing now, in fact, in what seemed like the slowest boats imaginable. Stoik was still paranoid that Alvin would launch an attack on Berk while he was gone, so he had left a decent number of warriors behind. Gobber kept himself busy humming a popular viking tune, and other vikings started to sing along. They had been traveling for a day now, (including night time) to find Hiccup, and hopefully those foolish friends of his as well. Gobber made a strange expression.

"What in the name of Thor is that?" he muttered, running to the other side of the boat to get a closer look. Stoik joined him to see a mast sticking out of the water, and an Outcast flag floating on the surface. Where was Hiccup?

He was about to call out the name of his only son when he head a completely different voice in the distance yell a completely different name.

"Snotlout!"

Something told the chief he wasn't going to like this. It took the teens about ten seconds to see their boat, and the boy named Fishlegs instantly began to chew on his lower lip. Stoik counted. One, two, three, four... just four. Wasn't there supposed to be five?

"Where is he," he growled, angry that they had lost another viking. "And Hiccup?"

"Hiccup wasn't on the ship," Astrid said with a nervous voice, "and Snotlout went down with it." She began to rub her arms, an obvious sign of nervousness.

"Alright then, let's go find them."

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"This is just great," Snotlout mumbled, kicking a small rock across the sand. He had tried to b the hero. He had tried to be the one to find the chief's son, and look where that had gotten him! He was stuck on Dragon Island, where, ironically, there was no dragons. Astrid probably didn't even care.''

A flash of blue caught his eye, and he looked down at the sand to see a thin, dim trail of blue sand leading into the forests beyond. Why in the world would there be blue sand? After brief hesitation, Snotlout put forward his foot, and followed it.

He walked on through the jungle, stumbling and tripping over tree roots as he went, to find himself at a cave, with the sand leading straight into it. There was no way Snotlout was going in there. There was ABSOLUTLEY no way he was going to step into more problems.

Snotlout followed the sand into the cave.

He crept on silently, feeling the narrow walls for direction. All of a sudden, the walls vanished. Even after feeling around for a while, Snotlout couldn't find any walls again, therefore started to panic. This place was HUGE!

Out of nowhere, a cold, dark laugh sounded from what seemed like every direction. No matter how many directions he spun to face, Snotlout couldn't locate the source of it.

"Who's there?" he called.

"You're worst nightmare," said a voice. Only this time, it spoke to Snotlout inside of his mind.

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Hiccup was in yet another cell, except this time on Outcast Island. Alvin had put restraints on him, (of course,) and had set down a bowl of soup just out of his reach, taunting him. Hiccup's stomach grumbled, not remembering the last time he had eaten. He was also weak from exhaustion, not a good feeling to have if you wanted to try to escape from somewhere.

Hiccup heard a door slam and the sound of heavy footsteps across the cold, stone floor. After the click of a lock, he was roughly hauled up onto his feet. He almost fell down again, not yet used to standing. He had been sitting for ages.

"Time to start," said Alvin, with uncharacteristic cheerfulness. Hiccup dreaded what had made Alvin in this mood, but something told him he was going to find out.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I am about to fall asleep where I'm typing right now. POV suggestions are always welcome!

-Shadow