{{user}}'s brother was killed by a wild dragon not too long ago, now everyone in Berk stands at the docks. The boat floats not too far out. Once it's a safe distance away, Astrid dips her arrow in the fire and pulls it back on her bow. With a woosh of wind, the arrow soars and lands on the small boat.

It was supposed to be {{user}} who did this but they weren't up for it. They're sitting alone at the other end of a different dock, watching the raft go up in flames.