The sun rose over the island, shining its joyous light over the land's inhabitants. Dagur was smiling as he left his ship and headed over to Heather's hut. He gave a knock on the door and after a couple seconds, she answered. There was a large grin on her face as well.

"Good morning," the chief greeted cheerfully. "Are you ready?"

Heather nodded, opening the door more for the other Berserker to enter. The siblings went to the center of the hut where the girl's parents were. The adults both rose from their seats and gave nods of acknowledgement to their visitor.

"Chief Dagur," they said.

The chief shook his head dismissively. "You don't have to call me chief." He smiled again and looked at Heather. "There's something that Heather and I want to tell you."

Confusion could not accurately describe how the parents felt as they sat back down.

"When Heather was little, she got separated from her birth family. Now, I've finally found her."

Though Heather's father was still listening intently, her mother's eyes began to widen in realization.

"You two are related?" she asked.

Her daughter and the chief bobbed their heads, confirming her thoughts. Heather went over to the two.

"He's my brother and said that we could all move to Berserker Island."

Much the same way that their daughter responded, the parents quietly took in the information. They were silent for so long that Heather started to get nervous.

"For as long as you could speak, you've spoken about how you wanted to find where you came from," the father stated.

Heather's mother nodded. "How could we deny you the chance to find out now?"

Smiling, Heather hugged her parents. Once she let them go, they went over to the chief.

"If we're going to be family, you should know our names as well. I'm Mia and this is Axel."

Dagur shook hands with the couple. "You'll love it on Berserker Island," he promised.

Axel glanced around at their hut. "We haven't really had a home since Alvin attacked, so it wouldn't feel like we were leaving much behind."

The trio started to pack up their belongings with the Berserker chief helping them. Due to the majority of the Vikings' items having been either pilfered or destroyed, the packing was quickly finished. Dagur was still beaming as he carried a crate to his ship.

"I'm guessing the talk went well?" fD inquired, smirking.

"What gave it away?" the younger chief laughed, showing off the box.

"You know," fD began, "I could have gone with you to talk with them."

PD set down the crate and went to grab some more. Whispering, he said, "Yeah, but I figured that Heather and I could handle it." As PD arranged the last of the boxes, he turned to his older self. "Do you think that Heather will like Berserker Island?"

FD gave him a warm smile. "I really do. She'll probably want a tour after settling in." He took out a knife and started sharpening it. "Now, the question is where do you plan on suggesting they stay? Heather might want to stay with you and Dad, but then again, she might want to stay with her other parents-did you get their names?"

PD nodded. "Mia and Axel."

"Mia and Axel might be fine with her staying with you guys, however, they might be a bit hesitant. All in all, I'd find another hut to put them in and offer up either as an option for Heather."

The new chief sighed, then chuckled. "Well at least I don't have to worry about Heather and Dad getting along or not. He loved her with everything he had. That's one of the main things I remember from when she was there."

The Berserker went to the deck and called out to his Vikings.

"Get ready to set sail."

They scurried around at the sound of his voice and hoisted the main sails. When the anchor was pulled back onto the vessel, the Berserker ship moved out of the harbor and began heading to the new destination.

"All right," the chief thought, going back to the lower compartment. "Two hours before we'll be docking back home." He ran a hand over his hair. "I'm not sure if that sounds like too much time or too little."

Heather and her parents were sitting in another compartment, all contemplating various things. There were so many topics that the young girl wanted to talk about, but none of these conversations seemed suited to be had with her present company.

"I'm going to see if I can find Dagur," she alerted Axel and Mia.

They nodded and she exited the room. Dagur had just descended down to the lower areas of the ship when Heather walked past. They both stopped, seeing each other.

"Hey, I had a few questions I wanted to ask you. I know that I'll get answers anyway soon, but I can't stop thinking about them," she told her brother.

"I'd be cool answering whatever I can. Come on, let's go sit down."

Dagur led her to another spacious room and they commenced talking while the time traveler listened.

"Will our father recognize me?" Heather inquired.

Dagur tapped his chin. "I'm not really sure. I don't want to get your hopes up, but I could see it going either way. It was a long time ago. Heck, I had a hard time recognizing you from how you looked when you were so small."

Heather raised a brow. "Wait. How did you know who I was then?"

The chief cursed under his breath. "Call it a brother's intuition."

His sister looked doubtful, though it did not last long. "Then maybe Dad will have a kind of intuition like that too," she realized. "Whether he can or can't, I want to be able to recognize him . What does he look like?"

Dagur smiled and grabbed a scroll. "He's got the same dark hair as you. Eyes and smile too."

The boy started sketching out their father. The drawing was done speedily, nonetheless well.

"Here he is."

Dagur handed the scroll over and Heather accepted it, looking at the details.

"Yeah, I guess I do kind of look like him. Why did he give up being chief?"

The elder Berserker leaned back slightly in his seat. "I took over for him because he went exploring not too long ago. While he was gone, the Berserkers needed a leader, so I just filled the position. He's back home now, but it seems like he decided that he enjoyed the tranquility of not being in charge. He didn't say anything to go against that, so that's why I'm still chief. I'm glad because I've always wanted to be one."

Heather's eyes had not yet left the portrait. "What about our mom? What's she like? Could you draw her too?"

FD lowered his eyes despondently and PD's face clouded over as he took the scroll again and began another sketch. When he was done, he gazed at the drawing for several moments. He shut his eyes and handed the scroll over once more. Heather noticed his reaction and looked at the scroll.

"She's gone, isn't she?" she asked.

Dagur gave a sad nod of his head. "This is the best description of her features that I can recall. It feels so long ago. Her name was Andrea the Fierce. She was killed after she realized a faulty plan that our Berserkers were about to take part in. To save them, she went in first, exposing it for the trap that it was."

The older Dagur smiled sadly. "I didn't even realize that I was following Mom's lead with the Berkians and Heather back then," he mused.

PD continued, "That happened a little before you got separated. It took a toll on both Dad and me, including our relationship. To be honest, we weren't all that close before any of this happened either, so try not to be shocked when he and I don't look like pals." Heather agreed and Dagur tried to lighten the mood. "You can't tell since I don't have the colors, but Mom had red hair like me."

"You really look like her."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "And I've got her eyes and smile," he thought. "We had the same wildness." "She was the best, Sis. I wish you could see her when you get there."

The brother told Heather all about Berserker Island and what to expect when they arrived. As it happens, the two hours went by faster than Dagur could have anticipated. The ship pulled into the Berserker Island harbor and the nerves that Heather felt were evident in her demeanor. Without even having to ask, the chief knew what the matter was. He smiled at her.

"Everyone's going to be so happy to see you. Especially Dad. Just trust me on this."

He extended his hand and Heather took it. After getting her parents, they all went to the top deck. Heather stopped dead in her tracks, seeing exactly who was on the docks and closest to the ship.

Oswald stared at the Viking that was on the ship with glossy eyes. Heather, still frozen, was gently nudged by Dagur to move forward. He moderately dragged her down to the docks and over to their father. As soon as they were in arm's reach of the former chief, Heather regained her movement and hugged the man. Tears flowed freely down Oswald's face while they embraced.

"I thought I'd never see you again," he told her, voice cracking.

By this time, Heather's eyes were watery as well. "I've imagined this moment my whole life," she divulged, laughing through tears.

The Dagurs watched this reunion with smiles on their faces. FD's own eyes were starting to become watery, though he discreetly wiped away a tear. As happy as he was to see this, it hurt him just as much. The sound of wings flapping drew their attention away from his family and the two saw a Terrible Terror flying towards them. The reptile landed in front of the chief and looked at him expectantly.

"That's a Terror mail from Berk. Unravel the scroll from its horn and it'll go back," fD instructed.

PD complied and began reading the message. Quietly, so as to not interrupt his sister and father, he read: "'To the chief of the Berserker Tribe, our Berkians found a Skrill frozen in an iceberg. Unfortunately, it escaped and is now in Alvin the Treacherous's possession."