OkagetheShadowKing

Deserved part I "Secure the foot!  Batten down those hatches!  Someone get on that bow line!" The Vikings of Berk moved back and forth along the docks, loading the knörr with mead barrels, furs, and weapons, and spurred along by Snotlout Jorgenson's booming orders.  He had nothing on Stoick the Vast's formidable holler, but he effectively drowned out the cawing gulls, and that, in itself, showed promising aptitude for the future chief. "Is that the last of them?" Snotlout asked the Viking who just settled a barrel heavily between thwarts. "Aye," the man nodded. "We're just about chock-a-block." Snotlout