Hiccup was having terrible nightmares, or more precisely, reliving a terrible memory. Kuma was towering over him and his friends. He began swatting away and scattering them across the world, and all he could do was watch helplessly.

He suddenly shot upright, and it only took a few moments to remember where he was. He was on a Navy vessel, sleeping in the cabin they provided for Atali as they made their way to Impel Down.

Sitting opposite him were Astrid and Atali, both of whom looked concerned.

"Hiccup," said Astrid, rushing over to him.

"It was a dream," Hiccup sighed.

"You were screaming," said Atali. "It sounded like it was awful."

"I was dreaming about losing our friends again," he said.

Astrid sat down next to him. "I know how you feel, but I'm sure we will meet up with them eventually. Hopefully, when all this is over."

Atali looked at them solemnly. 'I wish I could say something that will lift their spirits.'

"We have to be careful, though; we don't want any Marines rushing in and discovering us," said Astrid.

"Don't worry. I gave the Vice-Admiral strict orders that if they came to this cavern, they should knock first," Atali assured them. "Telling them they do not comply, I will turn them to stone."

"Given that you turned them to stone before, I don't want to relive that experience," said Astrid.

Hiccup just looked out the window, wondering where the rest of the Black Dragons were.

Fishlegs was completely unconscious as he flew through the air and eventually crashed on an island high in the clouds.

He landed near a house, and an old man wearing a blue rope, who resembled a wizard, rushed outside.

"Oh my, what was that noise?" he said.

He wasn't sure what to expect, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see a husky young man lying in a crate shaped like a cat's paw.

He instantly took him inside, which wasn't easy given his weight, and placed him on a bed he set up in the living room.

Fishlegs then regained consciousness and saw that he was in the house. "Well, this is new."

"Are you finally awake?" The old man asked, appearing right in front of him.

Fishlegs immediately shot up, screaming, and the old man did the same thing.

"What's going on? Who the heck are you?" Fishlegs panicked. "And where am I?"

"Calm down, you're in my house," said the old man gently. "I drag you in here."

Fishlegs then rose to his feet, but he was still rather shaken and instantly toppled over.

"Your body is still healing, so you shouldn't move around too much," the old man advised. "And you won't get far in this weather."

"I don't care what should my body be in, and getting out of your creepy shack," said Fishlegs as he held out his gauntlets. "My crewmates need me; I've got to get back to them."

"I would not advise that young man," the old man advised. "Look, you are obviously confused. I don't know where you came from or what happened, but I assure you you're quite safe here. Now, let me help you."

Fishlegs looked at him and then lowered his gauntlets.

Moments later, the old man treated him to some food, which was delicious.

"This is good," he said.

"Oh, it's nothing special, really," said the old man. "You slept for two days after you crashed, so I'm sure anything would taste amazing right now."

"Wait, I was out for two days?" Fishlegs stared.

The old man nodded. "You really must have been through quite the ordeal, haven't you."

Fishlegs then remained silent as his thoughts turned to his crew.

The old man could tell he was upset and brought a rope with several knots. "Ta-da! This may look like ordinary rope, but they are, in fact, tightly round wing knots. If I am untie one…" He undid one of the knots, and there was a small gust of breeds. "… It creates a gentle breeze. But if I am untie two…" He then undid a second knot. Fishlegs was hit by a very powerful gust of wind. "… A strong gust of wind will blow, and if I untie three…" When he undid the third, not a powerful gale slammed Fishlegs. "…it becomes a gale."

The wind was so strong that Fishlegs was blown out of his chair.

Fishlegs picked himself up and narrowed his eyes at him. "What did you do for?"

"I'm sorry, but I thought it might cheer you up," he said.

"Oh, I cheered up," said Fishlegs. "So much, in fact, that I'm out of here."

He then made his way to the door, but the moment he did, he discovered a powerful storm blowing.

"Don't be crazy, young man!" said the old man. "You'll get yourself killed out there!"

Fishlegs ignored him and began pushing his way through the storm. It was horrendous, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

"This isn't so bad," he said, pushing against the storm. "I can handle this."

He then saw a large clay pot rolling towards him, being blown by the storm. He just managed to jump out of the way before it struck him. When he picked himself up, he noticed the storm clouds.

"I know those clouds; we're in the path of a huge cyclone," he said.

Knowing how dangerous it was, he decided it was best to return to the old man's house.

"Oh no, just look at you," said the old man, noticing the mud all over him. "You've got mud all over. Why don't you come in and take a shower? You get yourself clean, and I'll watch and dry your clothes for you."

"Listen up, old man," said Fishlegs.

"Yes, young man," he said as he went to the living room.

"That isn't any ordinary rainstorm; there's a cyclone coming, a huge one that will bowl right through us.

"Oh yes, it's coming this way," he nodded, looking somewhat excited.

Fishlegs stared at him.

"How can he be so calm with a dangerous cyclone storming in," he said as he entered the shower.

It was then that he noticed that there were rain clouds in the shower.

"Rainclouds?" he blinked.

"Just turn the wheel, and hot water will come out!" the old man yelled.

"Turn the wheel?" Fishlegs frowned and turned the wheel.

He half expected to feel the water raining down on him, but there was nothing. However, when he looked at the shower, he discovered that clouds were beginning to form out of it, and they began to rain hot water down on him.

"There raining hot water?" he said, surprised. "How is this possible?"

"Is the water temperature okay?" the old man asked.

He was currently using a device to clean and dry Fishlegs' clothes, which it did incredibly fast.

"If you push the wheel, it will blow hot air," he said.

Fishlegs pushed down on the wheel, and warm air blew, drying his wet skin in seconds.

Once he had put on his clothes, he returned to the living room, where the old man had made tea.

"I've made some tea while you behaved," he said.

"Oh, thanks," said Fishlegs as he sipped it. "But why are you so calm with a giant storm raging on outside?"

No sooner had he said that everything started to shake when the storm began to pick up.

"So there's nothing we can do?" Fishlegs asked.

"Oh, yes, it's time," he said as he stood up.

Fishlegs watched as he made his way to the door and began to step outside.

"I'll be back before you know it," he said. "You just stay inside and wait here. Okay, young man."

"What?" Fishlegs stared as he closed the door behind him. "Wait, no!"

He quickly rushed outside but saw the old man walking through the storm, which was twice as strong as before, with no problem.

"Wait!" he said, trying to follow him, but he was blown back every time he stepped forward.

'How can he walk so easily in this weather?' said Fishlegs in disbelief.

Fishlegs was not going to let the storm destroy everything, so he began searching the house for the rope that the old man had used earlier.

"There it is," he said, finding it at last.

He put on his gauntlets and began making his way outside, which was not easy, given the storm's strength. He climbed his way towards the nearest hill and, once there, began tying the rope around his gauntlets.

"Now, Cool Ball!" he yelled and charged his gauntlet. "Heat Ball!"

He then charged his second gauntlet, pointing one up into the sky and the other toward the ground, creating a wind funnel.

"Here we go!" he yelled as he began to pull the knots to untie them. "Cyclone Burst!"

When he untied every knot, a powerful tornado ripped into the sky and entered the storm clouds above. Fishlegs stood there watching, hoping that it worked. Moments later, a flash of lightning and a gust of wind so strong that it knocked Fishlegs to the ground and parted the clouds in the sky, revealing the shining sun.

Fishlegs just looked at the wind knot. "Well, damn."

He then smiled as he looked up at the clear skies up ahead.

"You've cheered up a bit," said the old man as he walked up towards him.

"Yeah," said Fishlegs as he stood up and undid the last knot.

"I only showed it to you once, and you're using the wind knot like a pro," said the old man, impressed. You're quite impressive."

"Nothing to it," Fishlegs shrugged. "Anyway, looks like it's time for me to go."

He then looked up, and his eyes widened. "Wow, this is a surprise. Of those… were are we?"

Fishlegs looked towards the horizon, realising the island was floating above the clouds.

"This is a small Sky Island called Weatheria," the old man explained. "We conduct studies of the weather here?"

"What?!" Fishlegs stared. "This is a Sky Island?"

"That cyclone had the possibility of being a rather interesting specimen. But it certainly upped and disappeared on us. Now I wonder how that could have happened?"

Fishlegs smiled, looking embarrassed.

Meanwhile, a young man and his father were trekking through the snowstorm with their dog, who looked as if he was half robot on a winter island on the Grand Line.

"The storm is only getting worse!" said the boy's father. "Why don't we take a break somewhere, Pippin?"

"Okay," said the boy.

The job then growled, and his eyes turned red.

"Is something wrong, Vis?" Pippin asked.

He looked ahead and saw a large shadow standing in the snow.

"It's huge!" he said as he and his father pulled out their rifles.

"Stay behind me, Pippin!" said his father.

Vis then opened his mouth and fired a pair of rockets, which struck the shadow, who cried out in pain. Pippin and his father realised that the screen belonged to a human being.

"Hold on, wait!" Pippin yelled. Vis had already fired another volley of rockets. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, come on," the shallow ground as the rockets slammed into it.

"No, stop!" Pippin yelled.

He quickly went to investigate and discovered that it was, in fact, Eret.

"What? He's a human?" he stared. "This is terrible. What are we going to do? Uh, excuse me. Are you all right, sir? My dog, for he was something we were hunting."

Eret then sat up and cracked his neck. "Yeah, no biggie."

"It's like this guy doesn't even care!" Pippin yelled.

"No harm done them," said his father. "I bet you are relieved, Vis."

Vis merely barked.

Eret then got up. "There is one problem, though. Where the heck am I, and how did I get here?" He then began to shiver, starting to realise that it was freezing. "It's cooled. Don't you have a sun here?"

"He looks like he taking a day out on the beach," said Pippin.

"Why are you dressed like that?" the boy's father asked.

"Because it was nice and sunny when I was a few moments ago," said Eret as he wrapped his arms to keep himself warm.

"Put on the fur pelt in that case," said the boy's father.

"Thanks, but can you tell me where I am?" Eret asked.

"What?! You don't know where you are?" Pippin stared.

"Why would I know something like that?" Eret asked.

"This is the Future Land Baldimore, located on the Mechanical Island," the boy's father explained. "It's known as the birthplace of the genius."

"Who now?" said Eret as he began to freeze.

"The genius."

"The who?"

"The genius."

Eret then completely toppled over as his entire body was encased in ice.

"Mister!" Pippin cried.

"Oh, my, designated more than the fur pelt," said the boy's father. "We had better get him to the hospital, Pippin."

"Yeah," Pippin nodded.

They began dragging Eret back to town, which resembled a factory more than a town. Once at the hospital, the surgeons quickly took him into the operating room, where they discovered that he was a cyborg.

"Well, he's definitely a cyborg."

"I can't believe he runs on cola."

"What should we do? We don't have any soda to refuel him."

"There's no time to lose; we need to begin."

"Right."

They then began to operate on Eret.

Pippin, his father, and Vis were waiting outside the operating room when the doors began to open. They watched as Eret stepped outside.

"Hey, Mister," Pippin smiled. "Are you all right?"

"More or less," said Eret. "And not back to hundred percent capacity, due to the shortage of cola on this island. I discovered an end in a big fight; many of my weapons operate on my cola capacity."

"Well, I don't think you'll be fighting here, but we'll try and get you some cola," Pippin promised.

"Thanks, kid," said Eret.

The twins finally crash-landed on an island in the South Blue and were soon found by some men who resembled bandits.

"Who are they?"

"Don't know, but it looks like they were in a fight."

"They appear to still be alive."

"Let's take them; they might provide very good entertainment."

When the twins finally awoke, they found themselves in unfamiliar surroundings. It looked as if they were in some sort of prison.

"Where the heck are we?" Ruffnut asked.

"I'm totally clueless," said Tuffnut.

"That's not entirely shocking."

They then heard cheers and screams and saw it coming out of a small barred window. They went over to investigate and saw some sort of Coliseum and could see a bunch of people fighting one another.

Two very muscular men battled one another rather brutally; eventually, the one holding the mace managed to shatter the other man's shield. Once triumphant, he raised his mace into the air, and the crowd began to cheer.

"Uh, what are we looking at?" Tuffnut blinked.

"Ah, finally awake, I see," said a voice behind them.

They turned and saw a man standing out of their cell.

"Who are you?" Ruffnut asked.

"And where are we?" Tuffnut asked.

"My name is Carter, and I am the manager of this underground arena," he said proudly. "As for where you are, you are on the island of Carto. And I must say we have quite the catch."

He then pulled out their wanted poster, and their eyes widened.

"Do not fret. I don't have any plans of turning you over to the Marines," said Carter. "Your bounty pales compared to the number of coins you can bring by competing against our competitors."

"What do you mean by that?" Tuffnut asked.

"Oh, you'll soon learn what goes on on our humble little island," Carter assured him. "Now I suggest you rest up because, in a few days, you'll be out there fighting."

He then laughed as he walked away, and the twins looked at one another, confused.