Five minutes earlier, the Wodensfang had been trying to wake up the unconscious boy. Now the positions were reversed. ‘Wake up!’ whispered Hiccup, gently shaking the Wodensfang and tickling him behind the ears. ‘Please… wake up! I don’t know what to do!’ The drug in that dart hadn’t killed the Wodensfang, but it was strong enough to send the little dragon very soundly to sleep, and he snored on, surprisingly loudly and snortily for such a small dragon, happily oblivious to the impending dragon attack. Think POSITIVE, think POSITIVE. On the enemy side: thirty Sand-Sharks and one really creepy Vampire Spydragon. On Hiccup’s side: an unconscious Wodensfang, a half-numb Hero who could only hop or crawl and who was embedded with a rather revolting tracking device, and one very sweet but extremely stupid little Hogfly panting expectantly in front of him with his tongue hanging out.
Closer and closer crept the Sand-Sharks. Closer and closer crept the Vampire Spydragon. The nearer the Vampire Spydragon got, the more Hiccup’s forearm burned with pain, as if the teeth could sense the presence of their owner. They quivered inside Hiccup’s arm, and their little serrated edges made this agony for Hiccup. And then he could hear horrible sniffing noises on the other side of the boat’s wooden hull. Oh for Thor’s sake, they were so close now he could hear the dragons panting. He had to take one more look. Just in the nick of time, Hiccup drew back from the knot hole, for to his absolute horror, the gigantic eye of the Spydragon was peering into the boat from the other side.