The two Dagurs went North of Berserker Island, the wind filling their sails. PD's heart still ached, but he tried to think of something else.

"I'm guessing that you have a dragon?" he asked his companion.

FD nodded his head. "Yep, and I don't know if you'll find both around here, but I want us to track one down."

The younger Viking's curiosity was piqued. "We have two ? Cool! Can you tell me what kinds of dragons they were?"

The older Berserker shrugged nonchalantly. "Doubt it would rip away at the fabric of time itself." He smirked. "My first dragon was a Gronckle."

PD scrunched up his face disapprovingly, giving him a thumbs down.

"I know. I know." FD laughed. "That wasn't my choice, but he ended up being a great dragon and an even greater friend. Those Gronckles are really sturdy. My second dragon was more your speed. A Triple Stryke."

PD just blinked. "A what?"

"Oh right. Forgot that you haven't seen one yet. Look for a semi-large dragon with pinchers as front claws, a tail with three stingers, and an orange and brown body. I don't know where he'll be this year, though I'm hoping we can spot him. If we can, we can keep him out of some danger."

The boy went to the ship's wheel. "Works for me. Where should we start looking?"

FD tapped his chin. "Let's head east. There's an island not too far off from where he was found in my timeline. Maybe that's where he's living now."

Strong breezes aided the Berserkers' journey and the sounds of the waves were tranquil. Amongst the relative silence, pD thought of how he had left his island again. All he could see was Heather's disappointed expression. Some of him almost did not believe his older self about the future being more bleak.

"Why would he lie, though, about that? Maybe to give me hope. No, we're pretty up front with most things. I don't think I'd change that much even if I do become a dragon rider," he mused to himself.

After a short while, the vessel pulled up to an island and was docked. The duo looked around the island and saw no dragon that fit the description that fD had given.

"What's his name?" pD asked.

"Sleuther, but I always called him Strykie. Maybe we can just name him that this time," the time traveler suggested.

As they scoured the area, back on Berserker Island, Heather and Oswald were going around. One of the traders approached them and spoke to the father.

"Chief, there's a Viking here that wants to speak with you."

Curiously, Oswald left Heather's side to find his seeker. The young girl watched him go as her thoughts drifted to her brother. Berserker Island was becoming a fast home for Heather. She could only imagine how great it would have been had she lived there since the beginning.

"How could Dagur ruin this for me and think that it would be okay?" the young Viking wondered, upset.

Heather had always just assumed that she had been unwanted as a child and that was why she lost her family. It was more upsetting to her to know that she was not, but that her chance at happiness had been destroyed by her own flesh and blood. Angrily, the Berserker wandered around the island, eventually coming to the place in the forest where Dagur had begun training her to fight. Despite a small indescribable feeling tingling in her, Heather continued on and returned to the village. When she got back, she saw her father walking away from the docks and went over to him.

"What did that one Viking want?" she asked.

Heather looked behind them to see if she could spot where the person was, though she could not see anyone amongst the crowds.

"Not much. He just wanted to make a simple deal and I was willing to oblige," Oswald told her.

This satisfied the youth enough and the pair kept walking and talking around the island. Heather had to admit, Oswald seemed almost like a new person since Dagur had left. He was fun to be around, laid-back, and did not talk so long about uninteresting matters, nor was he as strict as before. For a moment, it made her sad. She wished that her entire family could be together for them to be so happy. Heather made herself alter her mindset and they spent the rest of the day just finding random little things to do and enjoying the time that they were spending with one another. As the Berserker chief and heiress were bonding, the Dagurs were still looking for Strykie.

PD groaned, "Maybe he's just not born yet or something. Was he young when you found him?"

FD shook his head. "Not really. He was a seasoned fighter...which probably means he won't be when you find him, but we can be the ones to train him this time."

The young Dagur frowned and hoisted the sail. "Can't do much training if we can't even find him."

FD pointed to another island. "Let's try that one. I've got a good feeling about it."

Rolling his eyes, PD steered the vessel over to the landmass and the two disembarked. They walked towards the center of the island and began hearing noises.

"Doesn't sound like only a dragon, though," pD noted.

FD nodded grimly. "Sounds like a few Vikings got too close."

They rushed to follow the sound, going past shrubs and caverns. Making the next turn, the duo saw an orange and black dragon, stinging several large Vikings with its tail. FD did not know whether he wanted to smile or charge because the Triple Stryke was attacking Dragon Hunters. PD was experiencing a similar dilemma, though went with attacking. He threw knives into the sides of the hunters that were not stung. As they collapsed to the ground, several more followed and took note of the newcomer.

"They have arrows that can knock you out if you're hit, so watch out," fD warned.

As if they had heard him, the hunters pointed their bows at Dagur. Quickly, he drew his sword and sliced each arrow that went to him. The boy got closer and closer to the hunters, stabbing one in the stomach. Crying out, the hunter was attempted to be avenged by his allies, but they hardly did a better job. FD watched proudly as his younger self took out the Vikings, oftentimes using them to take themselves out. One hunter learned this tactic the hard way when Dagur kept his back to another Viking just long enough to provoke an arrow being shot at him. He moved in time for the hunter in front of him to be shot. Soon, all the hunters fell. Dagur smiled at the defeated Vikings, taking in the much needed victory. Nearby, the dragon regarded him with intrigue and carefully approached the Berserker.

"Hey," the boy said, in a friendly tone.

"Put your palm out, but do it gently," fD instructed.

PD complied and the Triple Stryke leaned his head down to meet the hand. Dagur beamed at his future self.

"I did it!" he said in a harsh whisper.

His smile faded as he heard another noise. Both he and the dragon turned to the sound. Going towards it, they saw more hunters, but the last of these dropped too. With raised brows, the two peeked around to see who had done the deed. Standing above the fallen hunters was a tall Viking who appeared older than Dagur but was still young. She wore a black outfit with gold highlights, had short blonde hair, and carried a sword.

With a small smile, fD quietly said, "Mala."