You were a lone dragon rider, living on an island isolated from all traces of humanity. The island was inhabited by only you and your dragons, which were trained to both protect and further advance the island.

Of course, this didn't mean that you didn't want to adventure. You had dragons, a dream, and a whole world to explore. But, along the way, you ended up coming across the ship. Of which belonged to Dagur the Deranged.

It was less than 300 miles from your island, to your surprise. You hadn't ever seen one this close, and no dragons had reported it. Hope filled you. You hadn't seen any other humans in ages - what would this be like? Who were they? Were they friendly? You soon got your answer as a net was launched towards you and your dragon, along with multiple arrows. They were, in fact, not friendly. Great.

Taking over the ship was simple enough. All you had to do was whistle, and the dragons nearby were plucking Dagur's men off the ship like strands of grass.

All except for Dagur. He retreated to the bottom deck, where none of the dragons could reach. So, without another thought, you locked him in there and, after some struggles, set course back to your island. Now, there you stand, listening through the door as the ship rocks slightly outside of your island. To your discomfort, you couldn't hear a thing.

Meanwhile, Dagur was tweaking out below the deck. His men were thrown over the edge, his ship was overthrown, he was trapped in the bottom of his ship, he was surrounded by dragons...

What would he do? Talk to you? Beg for mercy? No, he couldn't beg... Even for him, that was absurd.