The maiden figurehead of Bucket's ship proudly broke the waves of the morning tides, it's wooden head protected with a steel bucket hammered tightly on top.

Bucket himself stood at the tiller, trying not to shiver in ancestral dread as the black shadow of a Night Fury passed over him.

They were nearing Quake's Curve, and the seas had been calm and peaceful as they had sailed past Changewing Island careful not to get too close to the seemingly empty shores. Toothless was beginning to become bored from soaring at only like 10m above the repetitive waves. Watching your shadow flicker up and down the waves and scaring the Viking in the boat down below is only amusing for so long, apparently.

When the dark shape of an island begins to form on the horizon, Toothless shoots upwards, forcing Hiccup to quickly grab on to save himself.

"Toothless!" Hiccup yells, his helmet and the winds muffling his voice. "What are you doing bud?"

Once his rebellious dragon comes to a glide just inside the sparse cloud cover, he looks back round to his rider and warbles cheerfully.

"I know it's not fun, but we have to be on the lookout for any dragons or Gobber's Jormungandr."

With a short snort of regretful acceptance, Toothless begins to glide lower, coming out of the clouds once more.

Hiccup peers over the edge of his dragon, watching Bucket's boat slowly drift along.

But then he spies a trail of large bubbles a couple of hundred yards in front of the biat and getting closer.

"Those bubbles look like they are from a very large creature..." Hiccup mutters. "Dive bud, Dive!" He yells, leaning close against Toothless' back and rocketing towards the boat.

Toothless' jet black wings spread quickly a the end of his descent, and he grabs Bucket's shoulders in his claws, making him yell in surprise.

"What was that for?" Bucket demands, but he is soon answered when he notices the trail of bubbles suddenly stopping short of the boat.

Everything goes silent save for the Night Fury's flapping a few meters above the ships mast.

"I guess-" The Dragon Master starts, but is cut off by a loud creaking, making them all look to the boat. It was slowly retreating into the depths, not as though it was sinking, more like it was being dragged downwards.

After only a few more seconds the sails were disappearing into the murk beneath the waves.

The rest of the sea is calm, no hints that any creature was under there, let alone that there had been a longshore proudly sailing along only a few moments prior.

"MY SHIP!" Bucket yells, "Oh my poor Water Bucket, swallowed by the sea. Or rather, by the Jormungandr."

"No, no it can't be. It just isn't likely", Hiccup frets.

"It seems old Gobber had a point, Mr Dragon Master, definitely something in these waters, Jormungandr or not. But it was either the harbinger of Ragnarök, or one *big* dragon."

"It can't be the Jormungandr. No. It's got to be some dragon. But it would be bigger than any dragon I've seen before, likely even more massive than the king of dragons, and he's a Class 5 Leviathan... I better ask Fishlegs if he's heard any stories about such a dragon." The Dragon Master mutters to himself.

"Hey umm, Dragon Master? Mind putting me down soon?" Bucket calls up.

"Oh sure, sorry." Hiccup tells toothless to head over to the nearby island, keeping a good few meters above the ocean's surface.

When they land at Quake's Curve, Hiccup leaps off of his dragon and starts pacing.

"Well, the mad old boot of a Viking was right. The Jormungandr *is* in these seas." Bucket muses once more, still in shock.

But they are both awoken from their daze when panicked dragon calls arise from across the island to them.

"Maybe we should go.." Bucket suggests.

"No. We have to see if there is any danger, to other dragons or Vikings."

"As y' say Dragon Master", Bucket hesitantly agrees, following him and the night fury over the dunes and over a small ridge.

As they creep over the edge of the ridge, the Dragon Master ducks lower and gasps.

In the bay below them were a small pod of Scauldrons, with a huge Submaripper blocking the entrance.

"Holy THOR" Bucket exclaims, "Well, uh, I think we found old Gobber's Jormungandr."

"I think you might be right", the Dragon Master muses, settling into a kneel. He produces a notebook and pencil from seemingly random pockets with well practised ease, and sets about sketching the Submaripper and taking notes.

"It's a Submaripper, a Tidal and Tracker class. Looks to be about 200 feet long, the biggest I've seen."

Bucket whistles, "That's like 4 times the length my boat was."

"It has a rather unique ability in that it can create whirlpools, and I haven't been able to see it in person before. So about leaving-"

"Fine by me. I have to start taking inventory on everything I lost when my boat sunk, and how to go tellin' Mulch what happened to our old Water Bucket." Bucket says before pausing, "You said whirlpools?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't remember a whirlpool when my ship went under. Did it just grab it and bring it down?"

The Dragon Master pauses, thinking hard for a moment.

"I guess it must have. But I am a bit disappointed it wasn't as big as I thought. Gobber's description was a bit off."

"What did yer expect from Gobber eh? A rational account 'an not some far fetched tale?"

The Dragon Master continued to jot down notes on the fighting dragons, noting how the adults in the pod protectively encircled the young and elderly.