Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: DreamWorks owns How to Train Your Dragon 2 and its characters. Any characters that are not a part of How to Train Your Dragon (any of the films) are mine. This fanfic also contains a song from the 20th Century Fox movie Anastasia.

This fanfiction does not go into detail with some of the scenes, but I rated it as M for mature just to be on the safe side and because I'm kind of paranoid. If anything I've written is above the M (the highest rating on ), please let me know and how I can revise it to make it more M-friendly.

I also make a Game of Thrones reference, but I don't know if that's where the term I use originated originally. I recently finished season 2 for the first time, so no spoilers, please! Maybe I'll have caught up by the time I post this fanfic.

Also, I did do my research for this fanfiction, so if I get anything wrong, please let me know!

(Becky's POV)

Three weeks at sea, and my boat gets overtaken by Scauldrons. My vision has started to get hazy; I haven't eaten in days, and I'm pretty sure I'm about to die of thirst. I try to keep afloat, but the sun's rays mixed with the cold of the night make me feel weak. I keep drifting, hoping the sea would soon take me.

(Eret's POV)

A semi-successful day. That's what I would call today's progress. My crew and I captured six dragons, even though our quota was ten. Hopefully getting most of them will appease Drago, but it takes a lot to appease that guy.

Being captain of my crew isn't always easy, but we get along fairly well.

"Uh, Eret? You might want to come and look at this." Teeny says port-side on our ship. I walk over to him and peer over the edge and see the strangest sight: a young woman, looking about 14 or so, nearly unconscious.

"Should we let her keep drifting, Eret? If we take her in and Drago finds out, who knows what he'll do to her." Ug says.

"We can't let her keep drifting. If she dies knowing we could've done something, we'd feel pretty guilty about it. What would our mothers have to say?" I ask.

"We made a foolish decision letting her drift away?" No-Name asks.

"Exactly. Teeny, help me get her onto the boat." Teeny and I lift the young woman out of the sea and I hold her in my arms, the way I held my younger sister, Amalie, when she got dehydrated on a hike we were on and fainted.

"Don't worry. I've got you." I tell the young woman before she slumps unconscious.

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(Becky's POV)

When I wake up, I see I'm in a ship's cabin of sorts.

"Oh, you're awake. Thank goodness. Thought we'd have to toss you back out to sea." A man with dark brown ponytailed hair, golden brown eyes, a light brown fur vest, white tunic, black pants and blackish brownish boots walks into the cabin.

"And who are you exactly?" I ask.

"I'm Eret, son of Eret." Eret says, coolly.

"Becky."

"Becky. You're about, what, 14?" I glare at this Eret.

"I'm 18."

"Really? You know you look younger than you are. But I bet you'll love it when you're older."

"Do you know me?"

"Considering we just rescued you about a few hours ago, not really, no."

"Do you know my thoughts?"

"Uh, no."

"Then how do you know I'll just love looking young when I'm older?"

"I guess I don't."

"You got that right."

Eret shakes his head as he sits next to me on the bed and hands me a canteen of water.

"Thanks." I say before I drink it greedily.

"You're welcome. Do you remember what happened?"

"Scauldrons took over my boat a week ago after I was banished from home three weeks ago." I say.

"Why were you banished from home?"

"I honestly don't know. All I know is, I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Well, you are welcome to join our crew. But our boss may not like you."

"What exactly do you do?"

"We trap dragons for Drago Bludvist's dragon army." I look at Eret in shock.

"You do realize that trapping dragons for a dragon army is a lot like leading Vikings into a battle without knowing what they'd be facing, right?"

"Well, you and I have very different ways of thinking, Becky."

"Well, I'm standing by my opinion."

"Fine by me. Just don't let Drago know this."

"Who is this Drago Bludvist?"

"Our boss. I was captured by him when I was 15, and I've been working for him ever since."

"What about your family?"

"I left them behind. I had to leave them behind or they'd be killed."

"So by captured, you mean you volunteered to work for Drago?" I ask.

"I didn't have a choice. I couldn't let my family get slaughtered. They're all I have."

"What are they like?"

"Well, I've got a mum, a dad, and a little sister. You?"

"I've got an adoptive family that I left behind. Parents and a brother and sister. They took me in when no one else would, and then I was banished by the chief's son weeks ago. How do you think your boss will react to me?"

"Honestly, I don't know. We've never had a crew member that was a woman before."

"Oh. How old are you, by the way?"

"Are we playing 20 questions?"

"I just want an answer."

Before Eret can answer, one of his crew comes over to us.

"Eret, Drago's ship is approaching."