At Tequila Wolf, Heather was being harshly interrogated in the maximum security prison. She was now wearing a prisoner's uniform, and her arms and legs were cuffed.

"So how are you liking those Sea Prison Stone armlets we got you?" the guard captain sneered.

"It just goes to show some men have no taste when it comes to giving a lady a gift," said Heather nonchalantly.

The guard captain then slapped her across the face. "Cut the crap! Where can I find the rest of the Dragon Riders crew?"

Heather merely smiled. "If you're trying to seduce me, you got a lot to learn about setting the mood."

This only infuriated him even more, and he raised his hand again. "Talk down you!"

The warden, meanwhile, was in his office enjoying a nice hot meal.

"Heather Oswson, the last thing we need is that troublemaker raising hell around here," he grumbled. He then turned his eyes to the wanted poster on his desk. "Rumour has it she sank six vessels when she was only eight years old. And something tells me she's not the type to accept a life in prison. If she managed to break out, she could overturn our entire country in no time at all. We have to keep her identity a secret; I cannot let the insurgents get their hands on her."

He then heard a knock on the door, and the guard with a mouse tack across his cheek entered his office.

"Excuse me, sir," he said.

The commander immediately covered up the wanted poster, keeping it hidden from you. "What is it?"

"Well, it's in regards to the delays to construction."

"Double the labourers' hours and scale back to one meal a day. That should help make up for the lost time."

"But, Sir, I've been receiving more and more reports lately of growing dissent among the labourers. We shouldn't be too harsh on."

"I am not worried about the damn peasants," said the command dismissively. "There aren't even enough of them to pull off a coup. The only real threat facing us is Heath—actually, what I meant to say is that the labourers are expendable, and you need to start treating them that way."

The labourers were being pushed to near exhaustion, but the guards refused to let them take a five-minute rest.

"Who said you could stop? Pull harder!"

Sora was working as hard as she could, chipping away at large stone slabs and crawling through tight crevices to hand over a rope to a group of labourers. She was also helping with food for the guards.

"Get the lead out of your butt! Can't you see we're hungry?"

Sora handed them their food, but as she walked away, one of them extended his foot, causing her to trip.

As the sun went down, she began dumping buckets of gravel over the side of the bridge. When she went to get more, she noticed that an old man had just collapsed.

"Old man!" she said. "Hey, are you okay?"

A guard then cracked his whip at her; he was very red-faced from drinking so much. "What are you wasting your time for? The geezer is dying. Just let him rot."

Sora merely glared at him.

"Hey! Are you deaf or something?" he snapped.

His ire had earned the attention of the other workers, and they slowly began to gather around him.

"Hey, why did you guys stop working?" he asked nervously.

They then heard the sound of gunfire and saw a group of guards had arrived, aiming their rifles at them.

"Stupid robes, gonna get back to your posts. If you don't feel like working, I'll be happy to send you to the prison tower instead."

The workers suddenly relented, knowing they had no chance against heavily armed men.

"There's nothing worse than the prison tower," said Sora.

They all then started to make their way back to work.

"That poor lady," said Sora, knowing that Heather was in that same prison tower.

The guard captain continued to torture Heather and weakened her further by dumping scalding hot seawater all over her.

"We know how you like seawater, so go on and drink it up," he said.

Heather smirked as she looked up at him. "You forgot to chill it first."

"We're set to make a fortune off you, and all we have to do is hand you over to a Navy ship. Even if you are nothing but a cadaver."

The guards then burst out laughing.

"I bet your mother is so proud," Heather smirked.

"What did you say?!" the guard captain roared.

The workers had finally stopped working and were eating, but no one was happy.

"Lucky us, another delicious serving of potato skinned soup."

"How are we supposed to work on a diet like this?"

A garden openly approached the woman who had stitched on Heather, presenting her with a bar of chocolate.

"A token of thanks for your cooperation," said the guard. "Here, enjoy some chocolate."

"Thank you, you're too kind," she said, taking the chocolate bar.

However, the other women merely glared at her.

"That filthy informant."

"I just did it to survive," she snapped, "and it's all mine, damn it."

She then ran off with the bar of chocolate.

"Hey, wait!" Sora yelled.

"You can't have any!"

"Just forget her. You realise what she did, don't you? Remember that nice lady you try to take in and save. Well, she's in the prison tower because of her."

"I know she's right, but that lady gave herself up to save us," said Sora. "I should try to be as strong as she is, and I bet she'd forgive her."

She then ran off after the woman.

The woman was hiding in an alleyway, hugging herself to stay warm in the cold climate. When she heard footsteps and saw Sora approaching, she quickly hid the chocolate bar.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "I won't share!"

Sora just sat down next to her and remained silent.

"All I wanted was to get out of here, and I don't feel sorry for what I've done," she said stubbornly.

Sora just remained silent as she sat there.

The two of them just sat there in silence for about a minute, but then the woman handed her the chocolate bar.

"All right, fine."

Sora took it happily. "Thank you. I knew you were really a nice person."

The woman was rather stunned by this and then burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, but I was just so scared. Our lives are completely hopeless; we're stuck on this bridge. We do nothing but suffer until the day we finally die."

"You know I still haven't thanked that lady for saving us, so this chocolate I'll give it to her."

The bells then rang, signalling the end of the break, and all the workers began to make their way back to work, still exhausted and hungry.

"Move faster! Get back to work!" a guard yelled.

The guard captain finally finished Heather's interrogation and dropped her in one of the cells.

"Here's your breakfast, lunch and dinner," he said, tossing her some stale bread. "Once you finish, that will get back to our questioning."

"Oh, I can hardly wait," Heather smirked.

The captain merely laughed as he left the cells.

Heather then slumped to the floor, exhausted from all the torture.

"Not to intrude," said a voice in the cell next to her, "but it sounds like you've been hurt pretty bad, young lady."

"Who…"

"Just a decrepit old man. I've only been in this country for a single day now, but the guards in charge say I'm useless, so they promptly threw me in here."

"I'm so sorry to hear that, but I know how you feel."

Heather remembered their fight with Kuma and how all of her friends were separated during the fight. She then reached into a prison uniform and pulled out Rayleigh's viva card, which she was able to hide from the guards.

"I can't waste any more time in this country," she said, clenching her fist. "I have to get out of here even if it means cutting off my own arms."

The old man laughed. "My dear lady, don't do anything so drastic. Perk up your ears for a moment, do you hear that?"

Confused, Heather looked at the bars and listened very carefully.

Sora was still working as hard as she could, but she noticed that the guards were too busy keeping themselves warm, so she used this opportunity to sneak away. She made her way through the alleyways to make her way towards the prison tower.

To get there, she had to crawl underneath deserted buildings and climb over tall ledges without being seen. She eventually reached the clearing leading to the heavily guarded prison tower.

One of the guards looked towards her, and she quickly hid, but not before he spotted some movement.

"Something wrong?"

Before he could answer, there was a huge explosion.

"What the?!"

Sora turned and saw one of the watchtowers had been set ablaze, and she could hear gunfire. Then, the tattooed guard, who had reported to the warden earlier that day, approached the prison guards.

"There's a band of dissidents running wild!" he yelled. "The warden called for backup! He ordered all of us to get over there!"

"Sir!"

The guard immediately ran towards the explosion, leaving the prison unguarded. Sora had no idea what was going on, but this was the perfect opportunity to reach Heather. She quickly ran across the bridge towards the tower; the door was locked.

"Hey, lady, can you hear me?" she called. "I know she's here, but where? Hello!"

Heather could hear Sora's voice, and she was completely shocked.

"Sora?" she gasped.

"There you are," said Sora, making her way over to the ledge. "I wanted to thank you for helping us."

"What are you doing?" said a voice.

Sora turned her head and was shocked to see the tattooed guard had returned.

The guard captain had gone to report the situation to the warden, who wasn't too happy that he had been woken in the middle of the night.

"A band of dissidents?" he said.

"Yes, sir. But we were quick to follow your orders, sir. All teams descended upon the group, so it didn't get out of hand."

Sure, not every single guard completely surrounded the two men who had started the commotion, pinning them down.

"What are you talking about?!" the warden snapped as he got out of bed. "I didn't give any orders!"

He then opened the door and glared at the captain. "Don't tell me… when you say all teams, do you mean the soldiers stationed at the prison tower?"

Heather was quite shocked to see Sora had managed to enter the prison cells.

"Hey!" she waved cheerfully.

"Sora? How did you get in here?" Heather asked.

Sora smiled and turned to the guard who had accompanied her. However, he removed his uniform and wore a steampunk get-up underneath it.

"I'm an agent working with the Revolutionary Army," he said. His eyes then turned to the old man. "Are you all right? The diversion worked perfectly."

He then opened the cell door, freeing the old man.

"Then good work," he said.

"With your command of our forces, I know we can win."

"Well, you can count on me," he said as he walked off. "Oh, before we go." He then looked back at Heather. "Release the young lady from her cell, she's already been through enough as it is."

"It looks like today is your lucky day," said the Revolutionary spy, tossing the keys to Sora.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," said Heather gratefully.

"You fool!" the warden yelled at the guard captain. "You really think I give a damn about the dissidents?"

The prison guards immediately turned around and ran back towards the prison tower as quickly as possible.

"Take down Heather Oswson on sight, men!" the guard captain yelled.

Sora was trying to find the key to Heather's cuffs as they stood in front of the door.

"This one doesn't fit either," said Sora.

"Just to warn you, things will get a little messy for a while," the old man warned. "It would be in your best interest to find somewhere where you can hide. I'm afraid you will only slow us down if you stick with us."

The man from the Revolutionary Army then kicked the door down, but they were greeted by an entire battalion of guards, all aiming their rifles directly at them.

"Already?!"

"Oh, no."

The guard captain noticed Sora was mere moments away from freeing Heather from her Sea Prison Stone handcuffs.

"Heather Oswson!" he gasped. "Kill her!"

They quickly raised their rifles, ready to fire, but Sora had freed Heather, who didn't waste a second to use her powers. Arms then began to sprout out of the guards, and they grabbed hold of their necks.

"Clutch!" she said.

The arms then began to twist the next of the guards, knocking them out cold instantly. The old man and the man from the Revolutionary Army just stared at her.

"The Heather Oswson?!" the old man gasped.

Heather turned and smiled at them. "I owe you all a debt of gratitude. And I'll fight beside you to pay it back."

Upon hearing that Heather was now free, the warden immediately hid under his desk, terrified.

"Heather Oswson is free and attacking our men," said a guard on the transponder snail. "No! Please! Help me! Warden!"

"And now she's coming," said the warden frantically. "It's all over! Everything is over!"

"Heather Oswson!" Sora called and smiled. "You have a nice name."

Heather merely smiled back.

Meanwhile, Hiccup was still sailing through the Tub Current, and Jinbe had noticed that Hiccup had moved from his spot for a very long time.

"Hey, Hiccup, you really should try to get some rest, if only a little," Jinbe advised.

"Yeah, thank you, but I'm okay," said Hiccup, not looking back at him.

Jinbe noticed the wind had died down. "The wind has died down entirely. We still have the current pulling us forward, but there's more than a good chance we might arrive in time."

"Better not mention that to Hiccup," Astrid suggested. "He's already frantic enough as it is; let's not add more to the pile."

Jinbe nodded and looked back at Hiccup. 'Astrid is right; there is no point making him any more anxious. He does have enough to worry about. The kid is about to die in headfirst into unimaginable war.'

Hiccup looked down at Ace's viva card, which was now still smouldering. "Hang on, Ace."

Snotlout was still trapped in Glensten Land, which was filled with carnivorous plants. At this very moment, he was running away from a giant man-eating sunflower.

"The giant man-eating sunflower!" he yelled.

"Why yes, it is," said Hercules.

"Help me?!" Snotlout yelled.

Snotlout then noticed that Hercules was fast asleep. "You're fast asleep?"

He then kept on running around at the giant man-eating sunflower kept on chasing after him.

"Please help me, Hercules!" he cried. "I mean, you are the hero of the forest, after all!"

Hercules' eyes then shot wide open. "Hero of the forest?"

"Of course you are; just look how cool and strong you are!"

"Indeed, I am the hero of the forest!" Hercules announced as he jumped to his feet. "Snotlout, here I come!"

"Help me, Hercules!" Snotlout cried.

The sunflower pounced, but Snotlout jumped out of the way in time, causing its head to hit the ground hard. Hercules then jumped into the air as well, just as the sunflower shot back up and hovered holler directly over Snotlout.

"Get ready!" Hercules yelled.

"Please, Hercules!"

Hercules then clenched his fist and then punched Snotlout across the face.

"Why would you do that?!" Snotlout yelled as he was sent flying backwards towards the sunflower.

However, by some miracle, he missed its kind of wrist mouth and struck its head, knocking it back. Unfortunately, the rest of its body struck Hercules, sending him flying along with Snotlout, and all three of them landed headfirst on the ground.

All three of them had their heads buried in the sand, and their legs were sticking out into the air, but then they collapsed.

"I'm still alive," said Snotlout, pulling his head out of the ground. "Why do these monster plants only want to attack me?"

"Only the fittest survive here," said Hercules as he rose to his feet. "You've got to stay alert and have stamina, and you're the weakest creature on this island. Even the ants and the worms are stronger than you."

"Hey, screw you!" Snotlout glared. "I am anything but weak, and I am most definitely stronger than a bunch of ants and worms, and I have half a mind to—" He stopped as he noticed walking directly past Hercules was a gigantic ant and worm; they have to be about the same size as the Going Tiger.

Hercules suddenly shot towards the giant ant and worm, killing them with unbelievable speed and leaving Snotlout speechless.

"Hungry?" Hercules asked, gesturing to the dead ant and worm.

"Not enough for that," said Snotlout.

"You've got to eat if you want to build up your stamina and strength."

"Yeah, believe me, I'm starting, but there's nothing on this island I feel comfortable eating." He then heard his stomach growl. "But I wish there was."

"I think I might know something," Hercules pondered.

Hercules then guided Snotlout through the jungle, and it felt as if they had been walking for hours.

"We've been walking forever!" Snotlout moaned. "Are you sure there's food up here?"

"Yeah, the best food on the island, in fact."

They soon entered the clearing, and Snotlout's eyes widened as the entire place was filled with a smorgasbord of food. There was a waterfall pouring soup instead of water, and hanging from branches were bags of meat, sprouting like flowers with plates filled with spaghetti and rocks made completely from chocolate.

"Whoa, what the hell is this place?" Snotlout asked.

He sniffed the delicious aroma that settled in the air, and his mouth began to water. "It smells so good. Who would eat but when you've got stuff like this?"

"Take whatever you want," said Hercules as he grabbed a giant nut. "It's all safe to eat."

He then pried open the not, and inside was chippy rice.

Snotlout instantly dived right in and began eating anything he could grab. "So it's all right to eat this?"

"That's right," Hercules nodded. "Once you eat enough to build your stamina, the man-eating plans won't mess with you.

"Don't you tell me twice," said Snotlout with his mouth full. "This stuff is so good it feels like I could eat forever."

"Eating is only the first step; you need to exercise too."

"Well, yeah, obviously," said Snotlout dismissively. "But I'm still in the first step here. I've got a bulk up so that I can become a cool hero of the forest like you, right?"

Hercules reminisced, just pitching the two of them standing side-by-side.

"Oh, Snotlout," he said. He then turned around and saw that he was gone. "Hey, where did you go?"

"Oh wow, it's also good!" Snotlout's voice cried nearby. "I just can't stop eating this stuff."

"That way," said Hercules, following the sound of his voice.

"I don't care if I'm full; it's just so delicious," said Snotlout as he kept on eating.

"Snotlout, where are you?" Hercules called. "You'll be an even bigger target if you eat too much."

"I should stop, but I just can't control my hands."

After a while, Hercules managed to locate Snotlout.

"Finally, I found you," he said relieved.

However, his eyes widened as he discovered that Snotlout had become rather fat and bloated.

"What do you think Hercules?" Snotlout asked proudly. "Seems like the proper amount of bulk to become a hero, right?"

"What have you done to yourself?!" Hercules yelled loudly. "That is the long kind of bulk, you fool. You had better burn some calories right this instant, or you'll going to be in big trouble."

Snotlout looked at him blankly, not knowing how much trouble he was in.

Then, suddenly, they felt the entire ground shake.

"What's that an earthquake?" Snotlout asked.

"It's beginning," said Hercules in a dreadful tone.

Some of the ground began to rise, and the two of them quickly began running up the steep incline as quickly as they could. As they did, they saw large fat animals rolling down past them, and at the very centre of the island, they could see a giant mouth filled with teeth devouring these fat animals.

"Holy crap, that is a huge mouth!" Snotlout stared.

They ran as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, gravity was getting the best of them, and they soon fell.

Hercules managed to grab a vine just in time and quickly reached out to Snotlout. "Snotlout!"

Snotlout managed to grab his hand. "Hercules! Please don't let go!"

Hercules did his best to try to keep his grip, but Snotlout was just too heavy for him to keep aloft. "Too heavy!"

Snotlout then slipped out of his grip and began falling towards the centre of the island.

"Hercules!" Snotlout cried.

"Goodbye, Snotlout," said Hercules, looking away.

'So this is how I die?' Snotlout cried. He then suddenly noticed a large trail of spaghetti. 'Oh, spaghetti.'

He immediately began to chop down the spaghetti, sucking it up, which somehow kept him afloat. He kept on going and soon passed Hercules. The jaws below them closed after eating everything that had fallen into its mouth. The island then began to attract and returned back to normal.

"Snotlout!" Hercules yelled, chasing after him.

He managed to locate him, but Snotlout was now even more fat and bloated than before.

"Oh man, I can't eat another bite," he said.

"Snotlout," said Hercules, shaking his head. "Don't you realise that fat things are the first thing creatures to be eaten on this island?"

"Wait, are you talking about me?" Snotlout panicked.

"It's impossible to escape from the Glensten Lands."

"Why didn't you tell me that before?"