Flight above the clouds has to be one of the greatest things that someone could experience. Except for the fact that it's freezing and I have to be bundled up with about three layers of wool or I'll freeze to death. "Come on, bud." I say, giving Toothless a little scratch. We've been trying to explore the islands in search of other people or other dragons. There has to be people outside of Scandinavia. Toothless and I are about five thousand miles from Berk. Most explorers go toward the sea, but this time, I'm trying over land. But all I'm seeing are trees.