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The sun was rising over Huttsgalor, when the main fisherman for the island returned. The Rescue Riders were already up, the group were woken up early, from a dragon needing help in the earlier hours. So they took advantage of the extra time, to get caught up on the supplies they needed. Elbone was rushing through the town towards, Duggard’s house.
“Hey Elbone!” Dak greets as the man rushes past, paying no mind to the teen. Elbone rushes foward to the chief's door banging on it multiple times
“What’s the matter?” Leyla asks, again getting no response.
“Elbone.” Duggard greets, opening the door and stepping out, “How was the Northern Markets.”
“That doesn’t matter right now.” Elbone answers, grabbing Duggard by the shoulders, “Trader Johann is a dragon hunter.”
“Uh- what?” Duggard asks, shrugging the man's hands off, "Are we thinking of the same person?" he wonders, "Johann the man who can't even throw a punch without breaking something?"
"I saw it all go down in the northern Markets.” Elbone yelps, back up quickly, “He tried to kill Hiccup Haddock in a dragon nest or something, while these flyers attacked the entire time.”
“Does Stoick know?” Duggard asks.
“He’ll know soon.” Elbone responds, looking towards the sunrise.
“Alright, we need to gather any supplies we don’t currently need and prepare to sail to Berk.” Duggard instructs, walking into the middle of town with Elbone not far behind.
“Chief?” Dak asks.
“Rescue Riders, perfect.” Duggard sighs, walking towards the group, “We need your guys help getting supplies, gathered and put on a ship.”
“What’s happening?” Leyla asks.
“Long story short, Stoick is about to get on a rampage and destroy anything Johann has brought to Berk in the last few weeks.”
“Three questions-” Dak starts, “What's a Berk, who’s Johann, and who’s Stoick.”
“I’ll explain on the sail there.” Duggard answers,
“Wait, we have to go to this Berk place?” Leyla groans.
“I mean you don’t have too," Duggard begins, while walking away, "but there’s something you two might want to see.”
“What is it?” Dak asks.
“You’ll see.” Duggard answers, walking away.
“I hate when he does that.” Cutter grumbles.
“I think it’s fun, like a giant surprise.” Burple responds.
“You hate surprises.” Aggro argues,
***
Stoick was putting all of Gothi’s medical supplies into a crate, as his son and the healer watch from nearby. Gothi started understanding what the chief was attempting to do, jumping up to stop the man. “Yo, whoa, Dad! Dad, uh, food is one thing.” Hiccup starts, “But all of Gothi's medicine?”
“Anything made from Johann's supply of willow bark.” Stoick responds,throwing the crate filled to the brim with supplies off the cliff, sending the healer down with who dragon thankfully grabbed her before anything could hap
“Whoa, Dad!” Hiccup yelps, looking at the dragon rider.
“It's what needs to be done.” Stoick answers, going to walk back into town.
“Do-Don't you think you're overreacting?” Hiccup wonders, following his father.
“You don't see me telling you how to run things on the Edge, do you?” Stoick argues.
“The "half a plan" comment comes to mind.” Hiccup mutters.
Gobber runs up, greeting the two on the base of the mountain “Chief!" he yells, rushing forward, "Three new traders just arrived on the docks. Ships stacked high with anything we could ever need.”
“Ah!” Stoick mutters, “I knew those scavengers would move in once they knew we were helpless.”
“Actually, they are three of the most trusted and experienced merchants in the Archipelago.” Hiccup counters.
“And you know that how?” Stoick asks.
“Because I sent for them.” Hiccup answers, walking in front of his father, “We need supplies, Dad.”
“Oh- yeah Duggard is here as well.” Gobber adds in.
“Duggard’s here?” Hiccup asks.
“Did you send for him too?” Stoick asks his son, even if the man was one of their closest allies.
“Nope.” Hiccup responds.
“I think he heard what happened, from that one Elbone dude.” Gobber answers, “I think he was in the Northern Markets when it all went down.”
The three of them went down to the docks being met by the three traders and the one Huttsgalorian ship. Stoick looks over all the traders merchandise, before sighing. “Smells fishy. Too tall. Shifty eyes.”
“Dad.” Hiccup begins.
“Pack up your garbage and take to the seas.” Stoick tells the traders, “We're not interested.”
The three merchants shift and look at each other in surprise and their dismissal, “Y-You barely even looked at them!?” Hiccup asks shocked.
“I saw enough.” Stoick argues, walking away from the three merchants, “Did you happen to notice that none of those traders had willow bark?”
“Gothi's medicine.” Hiccup mutters.
“How can we trust anyone who doesn't consider our health and well-being first?” Stoick asks.
“Hmm. He's actually got a point there.” Astrid cuts in, Stoick walks over to the other ship in the docks. Seeing Duggard and two children unload some crates.
“Duggard.” Stoick greets, looking at the two red heads, “And children?”
“Oh yeah-" Duggard sighs, pulling both of the siblings forward, "these two are Dak and Leyla they’re here to help as well.”
"We didn't get a choice in the matter," Dak explains.
“Since when do you have kids?” Hiccup asks.
“I’ll explain later.” Duggard answers, “I heard Trader Johann is a dragon hunter, and knowing you I’ve brought some more provisions for the island.”
“Thank you Duggard.” Stoick sighs, “Any Willow Bark?”
“No, unfortunately all of our Willow Bark trees got cut down.”
“By who.” Stoick asks.
“Magnus Finke.” Leyla coughs, getting a look from Duggard in response, “What? It was him.”
“Well thank you again, and stay as long as you need.” Stoick tells the man, before walking away past his son.
“Aaand he's gone.” Hiccup sighs, looking to find his father, “Oh, great. What now?”
Hiccup looks towards Gobber, the two of them teaming up to find Stoick, “Can the rest of you help unload the supplies from Huttsgalor?” Hiccup asks the dragon riders, “While I go find my dad.”
“Sure.” Astrid responds, walking over to the boat with the others, Duggard was off talking with some of the dock hands, explaining all they brought.
“So why are you two with Duggard?” Snotlout asks, “I mean he’s not the most responsible, so I can see him accidently-”
“Oh ew stop!” Dak yelps, coving his ears “We live in Huttsgalor, he made us come to help with the supplies. We aren’t genetically related.”
“You Muttonhead.” Astrid mutters, smacking Snotlout’s helmet so it falls over his eyes
The group of them continued walking to the square, Dak and Leyla were looking around and the hundreds of dragons flying around with riders.
“The dragons aren’t going to hurt you.” Tuffnut cuts in,
“Probably.” Ruffnut cackles
“That wasn’t my concern.” Leyla responds, “Dragons are constantly around Huttsgalor, they don’t do anything.”
“Then apparently you haven't met Krogan’s flyers.” Snotlout mutters.
“Flyers?” Dak asks.
“It’s a group of dragon hunters that use Singe-tails to attack us.” Tuffnut explains.
“Uh- What?” Leyla asks.
“Stop guys, you're scaring them.” Fishlegs cuts in.
They handed all the supplies over to the A-team, and walked back to the dock. Being met by Gobber rushing back, “What’s going on Gobber?” Astrid asks.
“I get to pick our new trader.” Gobber answers.
“That’s a lot of responsibility for one person,” Fishlegs mutters, they made it back to the docks. Duggard was talking with the traders, who hadn’t even started packing their stuff up yet. Gobber walks up in front of the traders, looking over their stuff.
“Change of plans, we are picking one of you three.” Gobber explains, getting a sigh of relief from the traders. Duggard walks over to the twins, allowing Gobber to think everything over.
“So can we go back to Huttsgalor now?” Leyla asks.
“Not yet.” Duggard answers.
“How much longer?” Dak asks, “This place is boring.”
“Not much longer.” Duggard assures.
Gobber stood around looking over the traders merchandise for thirty minutes, looking over everything and muttering quietly.
“Man, I'd hate to be in your shoe, Gobber. I mean, if you pick the wrong one -” Snotlout teases.
“Shoe?” Dak asks, looking at the teen.
“Uh -” Gobber starts.
“I mean, I didn't think the chief could possibly get in a worse mood.” Tuffnut adds in.
“Hey, what do you think he'd do to Gobber if he made the wrong decision?”Ruffnut asks.
“All right, all of you! Out of here, and let me think!” Gobber shouts at them, “Come on, Gobber. It's not that hard. You can do this.”
Another hour later Gobber was still looking over the merchandise, still thinking about his decision while the others wait in anticipation and impatience.
“Gobber?” Astrid starts
“I can't do it!” Gobber yelps, “Look at all his fragrant crispy apples. Her sweet golden honey. And these figs. Oh! Have you tasted this man's figs?”
“Gobber, we haven't tasted anything.” Astrid explains.
“In days!” Ruffnut yells, “Gah, I wish I was fig-tasting.”
Merchants share glances at each other, all of them having the same idea, “Well, maybe you should.” Lena, one of the merchants, starts.
“Maybe you all should.” Zachariah another merchant cuts in
“Maybe we all should.” Tuffnut mutters, “Hmm. I like the way these traders think.”
“We'd like to propose a competition of sorts.” Lena explains.
“A competition?” Tuffnut asks.
“To display the quality of our livestock, our produce, our spices.” Zachariah lists.
“A cooking competition.” Lena reveals.
“A cooking competition?” Tuffnut yells, “Why didn't you say so?”
“Because it’s a horrible idea.” Leyla cuts in
“Really?” Duggard asks, “I think it could be fun.”
“We aren’t leaving until it’s over are we?” Dak asks.
“Nope.” Duggard smirks.
“We could just leave.” Leyla whispers to her twin, knowing the their dragons were in the lower part of the Huttsgalorian ship.
“Uh, hello?” Snotlout starts, “They're merchants, not chefs. What is this gonna prove?”
“Exactly.” Leyla grumbles.
“I'm so hungry, they could cook like Ruffnut, and I'd still gorge myself until I was sick.” Tuffnut explains, “Either way, you end up sick.
“Preach, brother.” Ruffnut responds, “Oh, or peach, brother. You know, whichever you prefer. I personally would prefer the peaches. I'm starving.”
“Stoick did burn a lot of our provisions.” Fishlegs explains
“More like all of them.” Duggard cuts in
“Good point.” Astrid responds.
“Gather in your Great Hall and prepare for some of the most delicious meals you've ever tasted.” Zachariah tells them.
“May the merchant with the best victuals win!” Tuffnut yells, “And may Ruffnut and I officiate!”
“An even worse idea.” Leyla grumbles.
“Judging, we shall go!” Ruffnut laughs
“What were you saying about peaches?” Tuffnut asks, as the walk.
The group all start walking towards the great hall, the three traders had carts filled with their supplies to use for the competition. Duggard was walking with Gobber, the two of them talking quietly, the chief notices the twins weren’t following, “You two coming?”
“We’ll be right there.” Leyla answers, looking towards the ship hoping Duggard would get the point.
“Okay- just don’t leave.” Duggard responds, getting a confused look from Gobber, “Come on.”
Dak and Leyla hurry over to the Huttsgalorian ship, going below where all the dragons were resting. “Are we leaving?” Cutter asks.
“Nope.” Dak grubles, “Duggard wants to stay for the cooking competition.”
“cooking competition?” Summer asks.
“I don’t know anymore,” Leyla sighs, “This place is as weird as Huttsgalor.”
“Yeah, but there’s like dozens of dragon riders here.” Dak adds in.
“Other dragon riders?!” Winger yelps, “Why didn’t you start with that?”
“Cause it’s strange.” Dak answers, “And apparently dragon hunters are using dragons for their own good now.”
“We need to look into that more.” Leyla mutters,
“For sure,” Cutter responds, “What kind of dragons?”
“Singetails.” Dak answers.
“I didn’t think those dragons were even approachable.” Burple mutters, “They’re alway in a bad mood.”
“Have you even met one?” Aggro asks.
“No, but I've seen them before.” Burple responds, “They’re always firing and attacking people.”
“They’re very territorial,” Leyla explains, flipping to the singetail page in her dragon diary, “Singetails are highly dangerous, the only way to escape them is high altitudes, this dragon will hurl fireballs at you if you don’t leave its home. Singetail communication relies on fire. They contact one another by setting everything on fire until the other Singetail gets to its location.”
“Sounds like the perfect dragon to use for defence.” Aggro grumbles, “Of course those hunters are using them.”
“Duggard’s probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” Dak mutters, “We got to go to the bake off.”
As the two were leaving, Burple yells after them, “Tell us who wins!”
***
In the great hall there was a table set up in the back of the room, with people gathered around it. The twins were sitting at the head of the table, judging the food placed in front of them. As the merchants were standing around with the other berkians waiting for the Nut’s decisions.
Dak and Leyla walk in, seeing Astrid sitting on a chair as Snotlout was attempting to talk to her. Duggard was sitting near Gobber, both of them fully watching the competition.
“Oh! Ooh!” Tuffnut chuckles, “What do we have here? Yak chops with a light dusting of paprika-infused wheatgrass?”
“A bold move. A bold move, indeed.” Ruff states, “But let's see how the umami flavours play with the meat's salinity.”
Twins start devouring the yak chops, in front of the room as they merchants watched.
“I have no idea what those two are babbling on about.” Gobber mutters, looking over the table of food.
“Oh! Can't say that I really care.” Fishlegs responds, “This smells so delicious!”
Snotlout was standing near Astrid, looking back and forth between her and the twins. “Ha! Do you believe these mutton heads?” Snotlout asks, “Letting the twins tell them what to eat? Talk about sheep mentality.”
“And now, fresh out of the coal oven, honey-roasted boar butt!”
Snotlout perks up rushing towards the table, “Hands off my end piece! Don't you know that's the butt's butt?”
“Idiot.” Leyla mutters, her and Dak were sitting on one of the abandoned tables in the back of them room watching the room.
“He reminds me of someone.” Dak mutters.
“Who?”
“Erik.” Dak answers, “Cause he acts all strong but he really is just a baby.”
“I can see it,” Leyla responds.
Chatter filled the great hall, as the twins finished their food preparing to announce their verdict
“Mmm. Oh!” Tuffnut mutters.
“After a seven-course meal and a palate-cleansing aperitif.” Ruffnut explains
“We are ready to announce the winner.” Tuffnut explains, throwing the dish in front of him as an attempt to dramatic effect, “The winner who is- Nobody! It's a tie!”
“Hey!” Zachariah yells.
“Wow! Who could have seen that coming?” Snotlout asks, sarcastically.
“Anyone with a brain, really." Leyla cuts in.
“It was obvious.” Dak responds
“How about a sudden death?” Gobber asks, “Best cheese plate wins!”
“Cheese plate? No.” Lena starts, “Sudden death? Coming right up.”
The three merchants pull out their weapons that were hidden in their carts, “Served cold.” Zachariah laughs.
Hunters burst into the Great Hall startling them, all of them jump to help fight the hunters, Snotlout being one of them. Getting knocked out quickly, “Snotlout, out lout.”
Duggard looks towards the twins, shaking his head no at them knowing the two’s plans. “How does he always know?” Dak mutters, as he and Leyla get surrounded by hunters.
“I don’t know.” Leyla grumbles.
The people in the great hall surrendered, well almost all of them. Astrid jumps up, using the chair she was sitting on as a weapon, throwing at the approaching hunters. She takes out a few hunters before rushing outside, seeing what was happening to the island. Berk was being taken over by the flyers, mountains on fire, people being threatened, flyers covering the skies. Astrid looks out seeing her dragon, being held underneath a net and rushes towards her.
“Oh! No, no, no!” Astrid yells, stealing a hunters ax from the ground, swinging it at the hunters, “Nobody messes with my dragon!”
Her path to the dragon gets cut off by a blast from the singetail above her, looking up at the location the blast came from she sees Krogan flying above.
“How gallant.” Krogan chuckles, “Risking everything for your miserable island and your worthless dragon.”
The dragon rider throws the ax up, attempting to hit the man. But her attempt failed, Krogan caught the ax. Laughing quietly, “Johann was right. So predictable.”
Two hunter come along, restraining the dragon rider dragging her back towards the great hall, “You might as well save the men, Krogan. You'll never take Berk!”
“From the looks of things, we already have.” Krogan laughs, watching as she goes.
“Sir!” A flyer shouts.
“What is it?” Krogan asks.
“There's a ship at the docks, filled with dragons.”
“We’re on Berk, the dragon utopia. Are you surprised there are dragons on a ship?” Krogan asks, “You all are ridiculous som-”
“It wasn’t a Berk ship, it was the one from Huttgalor.” The flyer cuts in.
“Well Johann is just going to love that,” Krogan mutters, looking out to sea, "Another island of dragon riders,"
Inside the Great Hall, hunters were patrolling, as all of the dragon riders were tied up around the room. Duggard and the twins included, “Didn’t think this was how it was going to end.” Dak grumbles, looking around the room.
“We get held captive like once a month, shouldn’t you be used to it by now?” Leyla asks.
“You sound like Marena.” Dak chuckles.
Gobber was on the other side of the room, fiddling with his hook hand, “Leave it to those fools to forget about Gobber's old hook-hand.” he mutters, his comment was unfortunately caught by the guards, who took away the hook from the blacksmith, shortly after “Wha- Hmm.”
“Way to go, Gobber. Way to say your plan out loud.” Snotlout mocks, “I'd clap, but Oh, wait. My hands are tied.”
“‘Course, they didn't count on my secret weapon.” Gobber laughs, tapping his peg leg causing a blade to come out.
“You've been holding a peg blade?” Tuffnut wonders, looking over, “Hope you have a permit for that.”
“Hiccup made it for me last birthday.” Gobber responds, taking the blade using it to start cutting the ropes, “Handy.”
“Gobber!” Astrid huffs, nodding to the Hunters walking over who stop and look at Gobber suspiciously before dismissing and moving on.
“Well,” Dak mutters, grabbing one of his knives out of his belt, “If everyone else is doing it, we may as well escape.”
“Dak shush.” Leyla mutters, in response.
Gobber passes around the blade to Astrid, who quickly starts cutting Fishlegs’s ropes once they were to a point of almost breaking, she passed the blade to Fishlegs.
“Fishlegs.”
They stop moving as more Hunters walk by Snotlout, “That's right. Keep walking. Nothing to see here.” Snotlout laughs, “Certainly not saying our plan out loud, right, Gobber?”
“Does this one ever shut up?” One of the hunters starts, “How do you all stand it?”
“Ha! You think he talks a lot? You have no idea. Try spending a day with me.” Tuffnut’s comment gets the hunters attention making them walk over to him, “Yeah, that's right.”
With Tuffnut’s distraction Astrid and Fishlegs continue cutting their ropes “I'm world-ranked and peer-reviewed as the best blatherer in the Archipelago.” Tuffnut continues
“Hmm.”
“So-” Fishlegs tosses the blade to Snotlout, as Tuffnut continues talking said blade hits the wood next to Snotlout’s head. “If you think I'm gonna take being implied as a tier-two talker and not think twice, you are sorely mistaken, monsieur! I demand an apology forthwith, henceforth, and with force.”
Hunters looks down at the mace in his hand before turning back to the teen, who wore a shit eating grin. He raises it up, going to swing it at the dragon rider. Thankfully he is taken out by Astrid and Fishlegs from the behind, the rest of the group escape their ties taking down the remaining hunters. Who were alerted by the two escape, Fishlegs rushes over to the door attempting to open it.
“Locked from the outside.” Fishlegs tells the room.
“After all that, and we can't get out of here?” Snotlout blurted, “Who said the idea out loud? Huh? Who did it? Gobber?”
“I didn’t do it!” Gobber denies.
“They probably planned ahead, in case of an attack.” Leyla explains, “It’s a decently smart idea from you know dragon hunters,”
“Do you always have to insult people that annoy you?” Duggard asks, while Gobber cuts the ropes holding his hands.
“Yes.” Leyla answers, “they're idiots anyways, it’s not like they'll know.”
“Wait-” Snotlout asks, looking at the two, “How did you two get out of the ropes.”
The dragon riders were across the room from the twins, none of them had gotten a chance to untie them yet. “Uh-” Dak starts, waving his hands “Magic.”
“Really, Dak?!” Leyla asks.
“I don’t know what to answer.” Dak retorts, “I feel like it would be slightly concerning to hear a 12 year old say, I keep knives in my belt for situations just like this.”
“You keep knives in your belt?” Fishlegs asks, “And you’re 12?”
“You all probably got weapons long before we did,” Leyla argues, "Don't even."
“She does have a point.” Snotlout chuckles, “Your parents give them to you? My dad gave me my first mace at two months.”
“No, I stole them.” Dak answers, looking down at the dragon hunter markings that were previously carved into the wood.
“From?” Gobber asks.
“A dragon hunter.” Dak answers, “That we fought a few years ago.”
“With your parents?” Snotlout asks,
“Our dad took us to fight every weekend.” Tuffnut adds in.
“Yep- with our parents” Leyla answers, “Uh- they’re away a lot now but-”
“It was a one off experience.” Dak cuts in, “The hunters were stealing gold from a friend of ours, so our parents stopped it.” It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. Andora Tyra was a weapons trader who used to live in the Northern Markets, until she was attacked by dragon hunters. Blinded in one eye, by the time the twins and their dragons chased them off.
“Oh that’s why you're with Duggard.” Ruffnut mutters, looking at the man “Makes way more sense.”
“Yeah, that’s why.” Duggard mutters, looking at the twins with confusion, somewhat visible in his features. The conversation was cut off by a bang echoing throughout the air. The door of the great hall had been pushed down by dragon fire, with all of its barricades with it.
“Come on!” Astrid yells, running towards the broken door.
The dragon flyers were being attacked by the hundreds of dragons that lived on the island, Krogan looks towards the crowd of dragon riders,
“You're right about one thing, Krogan.” Stoick starts, “This is finished.”
“Enjoy your remaining days.” Krogan tells them, “We will do what we set out to do!”
Krogan and his flyers retreat into the sun rise, the captive dragon riders watching as it all happened
“Everyone okay?” Hiccup asks, jumping off his dragon.
Astrid nods in response, Stoick lands next to his son, “Johann has no idea what he has started.”
Not long afterwards, Duggard and siblings left to go back to Huttsgalor while the group handle the abandoned supplies in the great hall
“Well, nice of those traders to leave all these leftovers.” Stoick chuckles, carrying one of the many crates.
“You make it sound like they had a choice.” Hiccup responds.
“Hiccup, I said a lot of things yesterday that came from a place of anger and were not meant for you.” Stoick explains.
“Yeah, me too.” Hiccup responds, “You know, for the first time in a while, I-I had no idea what to do.”
“Hiccup, you've been at the Edge a long while now. And you've done amazing things. Things I could never have dreamed of.” Stoick explains, “But if I've learned one thing in the last twenty-four hours, it's that you and I we're better together than alone. Berk needs you, son. I need you. Just, think about it.”
Tuffnut and Ruffnut walk into the great hall, both holding crates from the docks, “I can't believe Dagur has the gall to send us a box of flavorless wood chips for, quote unquote, aid.”
“I mean, have you tried choking this stuff down?” Ruffnut asks, as her twin attempts to eat some of the bark, “It's like, well -”
“That's willow bark, you knuckleheads.” Stoick yells.
“Wait. So this is actual bark. This isn't bark-flavored food?” Tuffnut asks, making the room burst out into laughter, “I have wood pulp stuck in my teeth! That means I have to brush my teeth!”
Ruffnut starts cackling as her brother runs out spitting up the bark pieces, “Well, there's one problem solved. That Dagur, he sure has changed, hmm?” Stoick asks
“You have no idea what's gone on outside the Archipelago.” Hiccup responds.
“Then tell me, son. I'm all ears.” Stoick responds.
The father and son walk out of the great hall Hiccup begins to fill Stoick in on the happenings outside the Archipelago.
With the boat sailing away from the island, the dragons were all on the upper dock as the siblings explain what happened on the island, "So who won the cooking competition?” Burple wonders.
“No one.” Dak answers.
"Why not?” Burple whines.
“Because it was a trap, they were dragon hunters.” Leyla answers.
“You guys got to do all the fun stuff, while we were stuck here.” Cutter complains.
“We got held captive in the great hall,” Leyla responds, “it was not fun.”
“They were dragons everywhere.” Aggro begins, “Why did we have to stay on the ship?”
“Because if you guys were out we’d have to explain how we have 5 dragons.” Dak answers, “Then we’d have to explain that we were raised by a dragon, can speak dragon, and do a lot of things they can’t.”
“Is that why you lied about your parents not being dead?” Duggard asks.
“Yeah.” Leyla answers, “And anyways they didn’t need to know about it.”
“They asked enough questions.” Dak adds in, “They were really snoopy.”
“Yeah, they kind of were.” Duggar responds, “But they’d also never met either of you, and just wanted to learn about you two.”
“Still weird.” Leyla responds, looking at Dak who shrugs his shoulders.
Up above them there were dragon flyers sitting on a sea stack, one of them using a telescope to see what was going on with the ship.
“What’s happening?”
“The Huttsgalor ship has 5 dragons on it.”
“Well I can see that! What are they saying?”
“How am I supposed to know?”
“Read their lips.”
“No,” The leader denies, “Come on, we need to tell Johann and Krogan what we’ve gathered.”
“What about Viggo?”
“Yeah him too.”