12-第五章：前往明日岛(13)
quiet soft nothingness of the seabed, where the pain would be no more. But something within him made him carry on bailing that water, and moving the oar with his numb and swollen arm. He had to get to Tomorrow… He had to get to Tomorrow…
He did not really know why he had to get to Tomorrow, but still he made himself move that oar, bail that water, with what little strength he had. His heart began to lift a little halfway across the causeway.
Maybe he would make it after all. Maybe he wouldn’t be blown off course… And then he looked up through his slightly less bruised eye, and for a second, as the fog shifted, he caught sight of a little army of dragons flying swiftly towards him from the direction of the Murderous Mountains, before the fog closed up again and swallowed them from view. Gorebreathers. Tongue-twisters. Hellsteethers, his brain told him helpfully. Armed with poisonous gases, arm-twisting tongues, jaws that leap out and get you…
Those Sand-Sharks must have told the Dragon Rebellion where he was, and this was the Dragon Furious sending more dragons to kill him. Hiccup was so well informed about dragons that he had noticed the exact flying speeds of each one, and had already calculated that they would intercept him before he got to the beach of Tomorrow, even though it was now so tantalisingly close. How could he fight these dragons, all on his own, with no weapons? And it appeared that one of the dragons, at least, was nearer than he thought. There was a confused roaring noise, and something swooped down out of the fog, and Hiccup only just flattened himself on the bottom of the boat in
He did not really know why he had to get to Tomorrow, but still he made himself move that oar, bail that water, with what little strength he had. His heart began to lift a little halfway across the causeway.
Maybe he would make it after all. Maybe he wouldn’t be blown off course… And then he looked up through his slightly less bruised eye, and for a second, as the fog shifted, he caught sight of a little army of dragons flying swiftly towards him from the direction of the Murderous Mountains, before the fog closed up again and swallowed them from view. Gorebreathers. Tongue-twisters. Hellsteethers, his brain told him helpfully. Armed with poisonous gases, arm-twisting tongues, jaws that leap out and get you…
Those Sand-Sharks must have told the Dragon Rebellion where he was, and this was the Dragon Furious sending more dragons to kill him. Hiccup was so well informed about dragons that he had noticed the exact flying speeds of each one, and had already calculated that they would intercept him before he got to the beach of Tomorrow, even though it was now so tantalisingly close. How could he fight these dragons, all on his own, with no weapons? And it appeared that one of the dragons, at least, was nearer than he thought. There was a confused roaring noise, and something swooped down out of the fog, and Hiccup only just flattened himself on the bottom of the boat in
明日方舟罗德岛の崩落
