Reaching Berk, Dagur is greeted with hostility.

"Hey!" Dagur says.

"Lower your weapons. Dagur's here to help," Hiccup says.

"Where's Fishlegs?" I ask Tuffnut.

"He refuses to help," Tuffnut says.

"So it's just us, then?" I turn to Dagur.

"What? Hiccup isn't coming?" Dagur says.

"No. This is Shawn's problem. He asked for your help because you were once in possession of the Skrill," Hiccup says.

"Let's go," I say.

"We aren't going to get the Skrill on a boat," Dagur says.

"On one of your boats. We're taking my boat," I say.

"What makes you think your boat is any faster?" Dagur says.

"Because. I'm not a Viking. I come from a place you won't believe. My homeland don't use wood for boats and stuff. We use a paper light material called fiberglass," I say, uncovering my boat.

"What in the name of Thor is that?" Dagur says. Pointing to the motor.

"That's called a motor. Run from something Vikings can't get," I say.

"I'm not getting on this," Dagur says.

"You want the Skrill? He'll be attracted to this motor, making it easier to get him wet," I say.

"Ohh. Fine," Dagur says, reluctantly getting on the motor boat. "Doesn't someone have to push off?" Dagur says.

"Nope," I say, starting the engine. Now, this engine would be pretty loud, if it weren't modified for silent power. I back away from Dragon Island, having special markings on my boat so I won't be seen as hostile when I return to Dragon Island.

"Will this catch the Skrill?" I say.

"If we can find him," Dagur says.

"Woah!" I say, swerving to avoid a lightning bolt. "I think we found him!" I say.

"He's gone," Dagur says.

"No he's not," I say. After about an hour of waiting, nothing.

"The one chance I get to get the Skrill back, he's nowhere to be found," Dagur says.

"Patience, Dagur. He'll be here," I say.

"Patience? I have no patience!" Dagur days.

"Can tell," I vaguely say.

"There!" Dagur says, pointing to some storm clouds in the distance.

"It's just a thunderstorm, Dagur. Wait! Hang on!" I say, starting up the engine.

"I can't believe I'm driving into a thunderstorm," I say. "Keep an eye out, Dagur," I say, loading a net gun.

"Well, obviously!" Dagur says.

"There!" I say, firing. "I hit it!" I say.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Dagur says. "Ah, the Skrill," Dagur says, going to bring it on the boat.

"Keep just the head out. As long as his back spines are wet, he won't be able to do anything," I say.

"Whatever," Dagur says, tying the Skrill's head up, out of the water. Pulling up to Berk, I keep the Skrill in shallow water, trying to figure out how to safely get a scale from it.

"The Skrill," Fishlegs says.

"Hurry up and get your stupid scale already. I want my Skrill," Dagur says.

"Hold it, Dagur! I'm going to try to get a scale without harming him," I say.

"Is that the-" Astrid says.

"Flightmare? Yes. But what's it doing here?" Fishlegs says. The Skrill is trying to get loose, roaring and thrashing against the wire net.

"Look out!" Hiccup says. Just before I get a scale, the Flightmare dives down, grabbing the Skrill and snapping the wire net like it was rope.

"Did the Flightmare just, save the Skrill?" I say, frozen in fear, I think.

"Did anyone else notice that a non-glowing Flightmare saved a Skrill?" Hiccup says.

"Yes, Hiccup. Yes," I say.

"But, why?" Fishlegs says.

"I don't know. I couldn't really understand them, but, I think we have an odd mating couple," I say, shaking my head.

"What!" Everyone, including Dagur, shouts in surprise.

"What's going on over here?" Stoick says.

"Oh hey, dad," Hiccup says.

"Care to explain what Dagur is doing here?" Stoick says.

"Oh. You see, Dagur is helping me out, sir. We're trying to get the Skrill. We had it, but a purple Flightmare saved it," I say.

"Don't be ridiculous, my friend. A Flightmare wouldn't save a Skrill," Stoick says, laughing.

"Uh, dad. Actually, that really did just happen," Hiccup says.

"Oh. Any reason as to why?" Stoick says.

"I think that what just happened was a reunion of an odd mating couple," I say.

"What? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Dragon wise," Stock says.

"Remember, Stoick. You're talking to the man who can hear, and understand dragons," Astrid says.

"Do you really think so?" Stoick says.

"Yes. I'm sure," I say. "Just what do you think you're doing, Dagur?" I say, seeing Dagur walking to my boat.

"I'm going to go get my Skrill back," Dagur says.

"It's not your Skrill until I get my scale," I say.

"What!" Dagur says.

"We had a deal, remember?" I say, holding the boat back.

"Yeah. I help you catch the Skrill and it's mine," Dagur says.

"No. When I get my scale, you get your Skrill," I say.

"Are you really giving Dagur a Skrill?" Stoick says.

"No. I'm going to have Toothless and Siare help me free, and drive it off when I get my scale," I whisper to Stoick.

"Where is Dagur?" Stoick says.

"Oh. Dagur!" I say, frustrated.

"Toothless! Can you please come here?" I shout.

Yes? Toothless growls.

"I need your help," I say.

With what? Toothless growls.

"I need your help to track down Dagur," I say.

What! Toothless growls.

"It'll be okay, Toothless," I say.

I'm trusting you. Toothless growls.

Good luck, Shawn. And bring back Toothless. Siare growls.

"I will," I say, fitting my foot in the saddle.

"Let's go," I say, leaning in.

I trust you know how to use this thing? Toothless growls.

"Yes," I say, setting the artificial tail.

Hang on. Toothless growls. Flying up, we level out quite high.

"Just listen for any unnatural noises. You fly, I'll adapt," I say.

I hope I can trust you. Toothless growls.

"There!" I say, pointing to the boat. Landing on the boat, Dagur is shocked.

"What? How?" Dagur says.

"I'm taking this boat over," I say, kicking the motor off.

"Toothless, do what you want. Just keep him alive," I say.

Okay. Toothless growls with a small smile. Toothless just lies down on Dagur. Well, guess I did say, do what you want.

"Welcome back," Astrid says.

"Put Dagur under watch, but make sure he isn't treated badly. I still need his help," I say, dragging a knocked out Dagur out from the boat.

"Sure thing," Stock says.

"Hey, bud," Hiccup says.

Turns out Shawn knows how to control my saddle. Toothless growls.

"We'll head out tomorrow in another attempt for the Skrill," I say.