12-第十七章：有时候，你要找的东西就在家乡里(5)

You have to admit it, the guy did have STYLE. Hiccup looked down, and two of the arrows on the ticking thing, the one shaped like a lightning bolt and the one shaped like a question mark, were going round and round and round. The Dragon Furious started, and was distracted for one crucial second, trying to work out where the sudden and unexpected noise was coming from. And coincidentally – what are the impossible odds against this? – the distant voices of the Vikings on the clifftops were singing that very same Hooligan National Anthem that the ticking thing was playing. You could hear their tiny faint voices carrying on the wind: ‘I didn’t mean to come here, And I didn’t mean to stay…

But I lost my heart to these rainy bogs… And I’ll ne-e-ever go awa-a-ay!’ The Dragon Furious suddenly realised what was making the noise. ‘It’s Grimbeard’s ticking-thing, sounding out the second of your death, with the Hooligan National Anthem…’ said the Dragon bleakly.
‘I’ve heard that the sky in America Is a blue that you wouldn’t believe, But Berk is my lobster after all, And now I’ll ne-e-ever leave…’ The Dragon inhaled again, ready to unleash his fire. But a little bell had gone off in Hiccup’s brain, like the alarm on a ticking-thing. That Hooligan National Anthem, what did it mean? The same thing that Hiccup had learnt when he returned from the Quest to find the sixth Lost Thing, the arrow from America, and he saw the little isle of Berk for the first time after a long absence. Maybe there are lands with bluer skies and richer soils somewhere over the horizon…