The Dagurs were up and about early in the morning. PD glanced at Oswald who was still very much asleep.

"If he wakes up at all today, it won't be until late," he noted.

FD agreed. "We have somewhere else to go, but it'd be best to wait for him to get up. That way, if something's wrong, we can be here. In the meantime, we can fix up some things around the island. My experience will come in handy with helping you find what needs to be done."

Quietly, the pair left, though it would have taken the Red Death's presence to awaken the sleeping Berserker. The chiefs went around the island, fD examining everything closely.

"Okay, here's a spot that I remember needing some changes." They halted by an armory and fD spoke again once they were inside. "See these?" He gestured to a rack of axes. "They're too low. Some kids could come by, grab a few, and end up stabbing somebody by accident."

PD took a mental note and they went in search of more issues.

After several consecutive problems were found, the young Viking asked, "How do you know when something needs fixing? Everything seemed fine to me."

The two fell into step with one another as the elder explained, "When it comes to safety precautions, I basically think about whatever would be fun, then go with the opposite. For instance, I'd love to have the fish trading station on the other side of the carnivorous fish lake. That would be a cool challenge. Of course, no one else would and someone would most likely get eaten."

PD jotted it down on a scroll and they continued. A library was their next stop and they entered. FD crossed his arms expectantly.

"Do you see anything wrong?"

PD looked around, seeing a fireplace, the entrance, and a multitude of bookshelves. He was about to shake his head no when he came to a realization.

"Yeah, I do. Those bookshelves are too close to the fireplace. A couple cinders blow from the doorway and the books could catch on fire, sending the whole place up in flames if it keeps spreading."

FD did a slow clap. "From my experiences, most of being a leader is just trying to avoid obstacles and keeping your Vikings safe. The safety of the island always comes first. Remember that."

For the rest of the day, the two worked to find what needed these modifications. Already, the chief concurred that things were being improved. The actual improvements still needed to be made, however, by the end of the day, it was all mapped out what would be repaired and redone. When the duo eventually returned to the hut, Oswald was still snoring loudly. PD had half a mind to wake him up via a Berserker battle cry, but he was stopped by fD.

"Let him rest," the man instructed. "There's always stuff that can be done around the island while we wait for him."

Though visibly unsatisfied, pD did agree to listen and left the man alone. Rolling his eyes, the young Dagur went to his room. Despite Oswald's slumber, the night brought restlessness for the other Berserker chiefs. For the subsequent seven days, changes were planned and implemented. PD was proud of what they had done and even the most reluctant of his subjects admitted to themselves that he was invoking positive changes for the tribe. In the evening, the two were laughing about their successes of the week.

"And of course, Vorg didn't even notice that yak charging at him," fD recalled.

PD cackled, puffing up. "Lucky for him that his chief was there to…"

He trailed off, hearing a grumbling sound. Dagur followed the sound to Oswald's room and found the Viking lethargically walking around. Glancing at fD, the boy saw him with a small, genuine smile. When he looked back at Oswald, the Berserker noticed him as well.

"Dagur?" he asked, confused.

The young Berserker nodded as a small grin formed on his own face. "It's me, Dad."

He went over to the father and helped him get into another chair. The man leaned heavily on him, almost unconfident in his own legs.

"How do you feel?"

Oswald rubbed his head. "Like my head hit a boulder."

FD shot pD a look, who responded by mouthing, "He's exaggerating."

Oswald kept going. "Mainly, I'm just wondering how long I was unconscious and what happened."

Once he was sitting, pD elaborated. "Well, I found you a week ago on this island with cabin fever, brought you back here, and you've been out between then and right now."

Oswald began looking concerned. "The Grim Gnashers. Did you stop any? An-and the lens?"

Dagur nodded. "Got the lens and took care of several Grimmies, though I'll admit that after I found you, the mission was kind of over. The Sentinels still saw me, so they should know which dragons to look out for."

The elder Berserker heaved a sigh. "They can't see. The Sentinels are blind, so they probably don't know which dragons are the issues." He started to frown. "I don't know when they clean up the island yet or if they can die. There was so much I wanted to do. I wasn't done with that place. Why did you come to get me?" His frown deepened. "I told you to let me take care of business and that I would return when I was done."

Dagur clenched his fists. "I didn't know that they were blind! Sorry if my eyes were focused on finding you instead of theirs. I came to get you because it had been a while. Thanks for not telling me where you were by the way. We could have had an emergency, you know. Plus with the state you were in when I arrived, it looked like that was a good call to not listen and show up." The Viking's fists relaxed and his glare faded. "You looked awful, Dad. You weren't yourself. The fever made you overly aggressive-"

Under Oswald's breath, he said, "Then I was crazy like you."

Both Dagurs heard him and pD just went quiet, too sure that he would lash out if he were to say anything at all. Oswald got out of the chair and went to the doorway. He looked wobbly at first, then got his footing. Walking out, he felt the breeze of the island on his face and saw groups of his Berserkers. One member of the group saw him and ran over.

"Chief!" he called. "Where were you? We feared the worst."

Oswald beamed at the worry. "I was just doing some exploring."

"Why didn't you tell us that you were going?"

The chief paused, then a smile appeared. "I didn't want anyone to try to ask me to stay. There were parts of the world I needed to see."

Even though the other Vikings did not really relate to this feeling, they tried to give understanding nods. Something changed in their eyes when they looked past the man. Oswald followed their gaze and saw that they were looking at Dagur who had peeked out the home.

"What's been going on this week?" he asked, turning back to look at them.

This got their attention again and one explained. "Dagur's been looking over some things with the island to see what needs fixing."

"Has he hurt anyone?"

"Not at all. He glared at a couple people, but that was it."

The chief gave an absent-minded nod of his head. "But I am sorry that I left without saying anything. I'm sure it was distressing."

"Actually, it wasn't too bad," one of the others said. "I thought it would be terrible with Dagur, but it's almost been nice."

"Nice?" Oswald echoed.

They nodded excitedly, causing an odd feeling in the man. The group looked happy and waved to the young chief as he entered his hut again. They did not look relieved to see Oswald. They looked happy. Just happy. He wondered why he did not feel the same.