3-第九章：欢迎来到阴险要塞(4)

"Yippee," said Fishlegs gloomily.
"You can be shuttings up now," said the First Kidnapper, and the boys shut up.
The wind was very strong. Within an hour they had left the safety of Woden's Bathtub and were entering the tricky currents and needle-sharp rocks of the Mazy Multitudes. This was a bewildering muddle of thousands of small islands some miles south of the Isle of Berk, many with gigantic sea cliffs. Its eerie atmosphere led most Vikings to believe it was haunted.

Huge black mountains with grim scrabbles of rock rose on either side of them. The greasy sea swirled underneath, with every now and then a pointy rock appearing out of nowhere in the mist, so that the Second Kidnapper had to swiftly steer the boat clear.
The closer they got to the Roman Headquarters, the less wildlife there was around them.
Woden's Bathtub had been alive with dragons of all shapes and sizes, screaming and catcalling to each other and skimming across the waves, keeping an eye out for fish. Seals slumbered fatly on the rocks. Birds wheeled in the skies, zooming down on any morsels of fish that went astray during dragon fights.