The Dragon Master and Bucket continued to peer over the edge of the hill, watching the commotion.
The Submaripper sinks below the surface of the water, seemingly leaving the mouth of the bay free.
A few of the Scauldron appear to think so and make a mad swim towards the exit, but swim right into the beginnings of the vortex the 200 foot long dragon was creating below the surface. No matter how much the Scauldron struggle, the three that had tried to escape were getting slowly dragged backwards, towards the waiting jaws of the Submaripper.
The closest in dragon to the centre of the whirlpool vanished under the water, and the swirling water swiftly ceased. The other two fleeing Scauldron dart out to sea, leaving the rest of their pod in the bay still.
The Submaripper surfaces once more, a stray, fan-shaped tail fin hanging from the side of it's jaws as it picks out it's next target.
"Wow" Hiccup breathes. "I'd heard of similar whirlpools over by the Straits of Baldur. Maybe they are also caused by a Submaripper?"
He starts to sketch out a rough map of the Barbaric Archipelago, circling the Straights of Baldur to the East, and Crescents Quake (where they are currently sat), as possible habitats for the large dragon.
As Bucket watches him sketch, he is hit by a random thought of how his drawing style is very similar to how Stoick's son's used to be. He'd watch Hiccup draw his wild inventions back in the art class he taught at the young'ns school many years ago, and marvel at the detail the young lad would include.
"Can I 'ave some paper?" He asks the Dragon Master, who grabs a spare piece and hands it over along with a charcoal pencil.
Bucket wanders along the top of the hill a bit and sits on a rock, and starts to sketch the Dragon Master overlooking the bay with the dragon's below.
As he sketches out his proportions, bucket gets an odd feeling like he's drawn him before. But he's never met the Dragon Master before so he couldn't have, could he?
And so in the corner of the page he makes a rough sketch of Hiccup, the last time he saw him in his little workshop at the back of Gobber's smithy, scribbles and sketches lying everywhere.
"You know-" Bucket paused his drawing to look over at the Dragon Master. "You look a lot like-"
An ear-splitting roar of pain and terror erupts from below them and they both snap their heads down to see what it is.
It's the Submaripper roaring as the gargantuan head of a serpent-like dragon engulfs it's whole lower half. The creature's jaw was dislocated like a snake's as it began swallowing the Submaripper whole.
The Submaripper's wails and cries were soon dying down and it's struggles lessened and lessened, it's movements becoming lethargic and limp.
Back up on the ridge, the two Vikings sat with their mouths agape as the 200 ft long dragon was swallowed whole.
"There's always a bigger beastie.." Bucket mutters as they watch the unfathomable length of green-scaled hide rise out of the sea as it reared it's head upwards, convulsing it's neck muscles to push it's prey further down it's massive gullet.
It looked as if Odin had driven a green scaly stake into the ground below as it straightened out, the tip of it's nose reaching higher than the tallest point of Quake's Crescent beside it.
"If it's able to stand upright like that then there must be even more of it under the water to act as a counter balance..." The Dragon Master states blankly as his mind whirls.
As the dragon's latest meal disappeared, it turned it's head downwards to look at the pod of Scauldron still below it, all frozen in fear. It's body started to coil around as it looked down more, a good few hundred feet of it's jade scales just coiled into the air being supported by the long, thick muscles that run all the way down the beast. It clearly extended much further under the sea's surface than could be seen above it.
Seeming to decide that the Scauldron weren't worth the time, it begins to retract it's serpentine form back into the murky sea.
The two Vikings only being about halfway up the island on the ridge they were at, they were still looking up at the super-sized serpent as it retreated. It gazed over at them as it passed, even Toothless beside them was stood dead still.
A few moments more and the whole monstrous body slunk beneath the sea, the waves created as it swam away crashing into the island's shores.
"It's headed away from Berk at least." Bucket comments.
Toothless lets out a deep breath.
"Yes bud", The Dragon Master chuckles, "I'm also glad it's headed away from us."
Bucket gasps loudly, causing the Dragon Master to whirl back towards the sea, "Is it coming back? What's happened?"
"No, it's worse than that.." Bucket says barely louder than a whisper. "We have to admit that Gobber was right..."
The Dragon Master doubles over laughing, seeing the dread on his fellow Viking's face.
"They'll never believe us y'know. They'll treat us like we're as mad as Gobber!" Bucket warns.
The Dragon Master's laughter slowly ceased, and he pondered how to convince the island.
"True" he says, still slightly chuckling, "Though I do think your boat having been eaten helps our case there. Speaking of, we should get back."
"Yeah", Bucket sighed "I have to tell Mulch the Water Bucket is gone *and* somehow convince the village we aren't ravin' mad."