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We'd just had an argument, too, thought Hiccup in total misery. And he flew to our rescue ... and now I might never see him again.
Horrorcow finally woke up from her deep sleep. "Did you get that helmet?" she yawned.
"Not exactly," replied Fishlegs grimly. "It's a long story."
In her strange, spinning and zigzagging fashion, The Hopeful Puffin drew nearer to the little Isle of Berk.
The Isle of Berk has been home to the Hooligan Tribes for so long as to seem like forever. It is one of the smallest inhabited islands in the Barbaric Archipelago, and perhaps the best way to describe it is "wet." There are twenty-eight words for "rain" in the Hooligan language. And Berk is the kind of place where the sea is always wandering up onto the land. Even at the Highest Point you can find scallop shells and dolphins' bones, thrown up by some gigantic tide or storm.
Horrorcow finally woke up from her deep sleep. "Did you get that helmet?" she yawned.
"Not exactly," replied Fishlegs grimly. "It's a long story."
In her strange, spinning and zigzagging fashion, The Hopeful Puffin drew nearer to the little Isle of Berk.
The Isle of Berk has been home to the Hooligan Tribes for so long as to seem like forever. It is one of the smallest inhabited islands in the Barbaric Archipelago, and perhaps the best way to describe it is "wet." There are twenty-eight words for "rain" in the Hooligan language. And Berk is the kind of place where the sea is always wandering up onto the land. Even at the Highest Point you can find scallop shells and dolphins' bones, thrown up by some gigantic tide or storm.
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