They stood there for a good ten minutes, before a thud landed behind them, sounding like a coconut falling. They spin around, just to see both Furies land, with an object in front of them.

"Whatcha got there?" Thyra asks, walking up. When the object is identified, she pulls a face. "Well, they took care of him, alright."

Lying right there, with the skull bashed in, missing eyes, and a dislocated jaw, is the beheaded head of the prisoner.

"Well, they certainly have fun" Dusty said looking at the disfigured head. "Remind me to never get on your bad side." he looked up at the two dragons, as Pulse casually licks some blood off her paw.

"Haha, that's my girl!" Thyra grins, greeting Pulse with a friendly scratch. The dragon grins, showing a gummy, yet bloody maw.

"I think they're not gonna need to eat." Thyra jokes, but at the mention of food both dragons perk up.

Dusty looks at Dark, "you let her have all the fun?" he asked. Dark gave a small grin, before regurgitating a man's leg.

Dusty took one look at the leg, "I retract my statement, forget I ever said it." he said putting his hand up in mock surrender

"I'm not gonna ask where the rest of it is." Thyra laughs, grimacing. "But we can pretty much guarantee his death was painful."

"I second that." Dusty said giving Dark a scratch. "So what you gonna do Thyra, I'm gonna work with Flame today."

"I might just muck around. Go hunting, scout for the rest of the hunters." Thyra replies, flipping her staff around in her arms.

"Alright, can you look for some ships while your at it? And if you find any dye, bring it to me."

"Of course." Thyra nods. She turns to Pulse. "You coming, or staying here, or whatever you want to do?" She asks. The dragon nudges her, purring. "Coming? Okay." They walk away and into the wild.

Dusty watches them go, before heading back into the cave, making sure to grab the anvil, metal, leather, and all the scales Dark and Pulse shedded overnight, and after asking Flame to help him, set to work.

Meanwhile, Thyra and Pulse were standing at a creak, hunting for fish. Well, Thyra wasn't gonna eat them, she was just sharpening her skills. Pulse was jumping around in the water a hundred meters away, while Thyra stood Calmly in knee deep water, staff pointed at the water. She was still, silent, but ready. Boom! She stabbed the water, and drew back with a flapping fish on it.

"Yes!" She cheers, and tosses the fish to Pulse, who jumps to catch it, before turning back to continue hunting.

"Ok Flame, give me a small burn, not too much." Flame let out a very small blast of fire, just enough for the metal to be shaped. He hammered it a bit more, before placing it in the bucked of water he had Dark grab for him. "You think this looks good?" he said showing the newly shaped metal to Flame, who gave a small squawk. "Alright, now I just need to work the scales onto the leather, and make sure they don't fall apart, and can take a arrow or bolt." he said putting the metal mask down.

Meanwhile, Thyra and Pulse are now trekking along a rocky ridge that rises above everything else, with Thyra using her staff as a walking stick. "You see that, girl?" She asks, pointing down to a distant beach, where the misfigured shape of yet another washed up boat is. "That's where we're headed." Pulse gives a small warble. "It'll take us a couple hours to get there." Thyra nods. Pulse nudges her with a playful grin, before running ahead. "Hey!" Thyra laughs, running after her.

Dusty puts the last scale in place, and sets the armor to the side. "One down, one to go, and more after that." he says with a small smile. "Glad I've worked with an anvil before, right Dark." he says looking towards the dragon, who was asleep on his back. "Useless reptile" Dusty mudders under his breath.

Thyra laughs, perched on a tree branch. She used her staff to help her onto another branch, and look to her side to see Pulse easily climbing through an opposite tree. They make eye contact at the same time, and have the same thought. Without another second, they take off at the same time, racing each other along the line of trees, still headed towards the beach.

"Hey! Cheater!" Thyra shouts teasingly, seeing Pulse momentarily flap her wings to her to another branch. Pulse sends her an extremely sarcastic look, which Thyra laughs at. After a few more trees, Thyra falls out of the tree with a thud.

"Well," she states, landing on her feet. "That branch was a little too thin." Pulse jumps down from the other tree with a smug look on her face. "Oh, you think you won, huh?" Thyra asks. "Well, try this on for size!" She takes off at a sprint, Pulse watches her for a confused moment, before bounding full pelt after her, and pins her to the ground.

"You win, You win!" Thyra laughs from the ground, and Pulse lets her up. "Note for self, never challenge a Night Fury to a race."

"Finally, done with that." Dusty said sitting against Dark, after finishing the other set of armour. "Now, where did I put that spearhead from Thyras spear?" he asked himself looking around. It took him a minute, but he found it, underneath the pile of fish. "Well, now that I smell like fish, again, let's measure this and see if I can make it work.

He spent a few minutes measuring and remeasuring the width of the staff, before grabbing some more metal, and after getting Flames assistance, set back to work.

"Alright, Pulse. Let's see what we've got here..." Thyra mutters as they approach the washed up ship. Thyra climbs up onto deck, just to see there's a massive hole in it. She turns and shrugs at Pulse. "We've come this far..." she jumps down. It's not so dark, because of the giant hole, so Thyra turns straight towards a pile of crates.

"Remember, we're looking for anything useful. Maps. Weapons. Food." Thyra tells the Night Fury, who is too busy chasing a spider to care. Thyra just smiles in amusement and pulls open the first crate.

"Well, that's interesting." Thyra murmurs, lifting up a bottle of squid ink. "Guess that can come in useful." She lifts up a box of quills. "Even better." She opens up another crate. "A satchel. Well, that's useful." She lifts the unbranded bag up, and puts it over her shoulder, placing the ink and quills in it. After searching a while longer, and finding nothing but rotten food, she finally finds something useful.

"Look here, Pulse." Thyra grins. The dragon walks over and peers in with a questionable warble. "Dye. A whole box. It's pretty recent, too." She sorts through the box, then adds the bottles to her satchel. "Alright. We check the captain's quarters, then head back."

The two move towards the quarters, but Thyra bears a bang from inside it, so she stops, pulling her staff in front of her. "Alright, here's the plan..."

Pulse blasts the door open and bounds into the room with a growl. "Yeah, yours was better, probably." Thyra mutters, walking in to see what made the noise. She raises her eyebrows at the sight.

"Irrita—I mean Maroon?" She questions, seeing the tiny Terror pinned under Pulse's paw. "Let her up, it's okay." Thyra says, running a hand along Pulse's head. Pulse backs off with a warning growl at the Terror. Thyra cocks her head in confusion,  seeing the terror holding something. "What've you got there, you annoying little devil?" She asks. The dragons sends her an annoyed look and drops the thing, disappearing through a hole.

Thyra picks it up. "A knife belt? And in pretty good condition" She questions, examining it. She shrugs. "Well, that'll come in handy." She turns to Pulse.

"Let's just get outta here, Pulse." She suggests. The dragon eagerly leads the way.

Dusty looks up from the journal, making sure he gets it right. "Never thought I'd be drawing a Night Fury." He says under his breath. He looks over and puts the journal down as the last object he had crafted was done cooling. "When Thyra gets back, she's in for a surprise." he said putting the lock-on-blade down next to everything else. He turns his head to the entrance as Thyra and Pulse entered.

"So, find anything?" he asked

"Yeah," Thyra responds, taking off the satchel. "I found some more squid ink, some quills, a belt to hold throwing knives, and best of all, an entire box of multiple dyes. The food was all rotten, though." She hands him the satchel. The knife belt she was already wearing, her throwing knives tucked into their slots.

"Well, that's amazing, I've been working all day, just finished in fact. I think your gonna like this." he says

"Cool," Thyra says curiously.

He holds up the first set of armor he made, made with metal, some leather, and Pulse's scales. "This is your set."

Thyra walks forward in awe. "It's...incredible!" She exclaims, examining it from all angles. "So this is what you've been doing!"

"Can you let me finish before you take off with it?" Dusty jokes

Thyra laughs, nodding. "Go ahead."

"Now, it's your size, though it has room for you to grow if needed, it's got a spot on its back for your shield/crossbow, your staff, and I put a belt around it for your throwing knives, though I see you found another belt." he finished

"Yeah, not that I need it now!" She jokes.

"No keep it, it looks a lot like a normal belt, so you can wear it when you don't have the armor on. So your knives are with you basically all the time." He pointed out.

"Good point there," she nods. "You know, to tell the truth, it was Irritation who found it. Pulse and I found her in the captain's quarters."

"I was wondering where Maroon got off too. Now, I got something else for you."

"What is it? My birthday?" She jokes.

"No, just some favors from a friend." he said picking up a circular metal object.

"Fair enough. So what is it?"

"Give me your staff."

Thyra switches the staff around and hands it to him by the handle, curious to see what he's doing.

"Now, you already sharpened this end into a spear, I'm leaving it like that, but this goes on the flat end." he says pushing it on, and giving it a hard tug, to make sure it stays on. "Now, you see that blade right there?"

She nods. "Yeah."

"Hand it to me please."

She picks it up and tosses it to him.

"Now, all you do is push this end in and..." he pushes it in, and with a small click, locks in place.

"Whoa." Thyra observes. "That's pretty cool. Did you use a forge before a lot?"

"When you travel far and wide, you learn many things. Now, I also made this to go with the blade." he holds up a hook.

"Yes! A hook was exactly what I could have used today!" Thyra laughs, remembering the tree race with Pulse. Pulse sends her a smug look, and Thyra grins. "You won, don't need to rub it in!"

"I'm not going to ask." Dusty says, but thats pretty much it, I made me a set of armor...no wait I do have one more thing." He says moving deeper into the cave.

"You really need a hobby!" Thyra laughs, following him with Pulse.

He grabs a long hollow strip of leather, as long as Thyra's spear, and tosses it to her.

"I could coat it with Pulse's scales to make it fireproof." Thyra nods, slipping it over her staff.

"I would have done that, but I used all of her scales on the armor, but yeah, it goes on your spear."

"Doesn't matter, she sheds a hell of a lot!" Thyra laughs.

Pulse, feeling insulted, uses one of her ear plates to hit Thyra with a scale.

"Aw, come on girl, it's not a bad thing! It means your scales are always shiny and new!" Thyra laughs, feeling the scale.

"Oh, we didn't see any sign of the rest of the hunters, but I'm sure they were probably on the other side of the island." Thyra adds.

"That or they're hiding on their ship like the cowards they are." Dusty says sitting down next to Dark

Thyra nods in agreement.

Well, you want to find dinner, or me? Cause I ain't eating fish."

"Yeah, we were just gonna drop this stuff off first," Thyra nods towards the satchel. "You coming Pulse, or staying here?" In response Pulse curls up in the corner. "Aww, you're still mad at me. I'll bring you back a big fish!" Thyra laughs

That's when a fish landed on her head, again. Thyra sighs in exasperation. "Doesn't this get old for you?!" She asks Maroon, who chortles a laugh. Thyra just pulls the fish off her, and throws it to Pulse, who receives it eagerly. Maroon lands on her shoulder, with no intent to move.

"Alright. Looks like 've got company after all." Thyra mutters, rolling her eyes, before heading out.

"Maroon is going to be the death of her", he says to Dark, who gives a laugh.

An hour later, Thyra returns, with maroon still glued to her shoulder, holding a small hare, a fish (as promised for Pulse), and two birds, which she'd already began to pluck on her way back.

"There ya go, as promised!" Thyra grins, tossing the fish to Pulse, who catches it with an excited warble.

"I would have had an extra rabbit, if Irrit—Maroon hadn't squawked in my ear just before I fired." Thyra sends a glare to the Terror, who takes off with a satisfied grin.

She notices Dusty washing dye off his hands with the water from the bucket.

"What's up?" She asks casually.

"Just doing some more work, if you want to see it, look on your shield, it's dry." he said shaking his hands off and taking the game from her.

Thyra picks up the shield, which was resting against the wall, and turns it over. "I like it!" she says, seeing the symbol. "But, What exactly is it?" The symbol was of a sword and staff crossing each other, the details pretty good, and a Night Fury head below with glowing blue eyes that nearly matched Pulse's shade of blue. "I have to say, it's pretty good."

"It's our crest, my shield has green eyes on the fury, to match Darks. And I also did this." He showed the same symbol on their armor on it's upper right arm.

Right over where their brand would be.

"Nice." Thyra nods in approval. "I like it."

"We have a new life ahead of us, might as well make some changes."

"Yeah. No one will be able to recognise us in these." Thyra says.

"Yeah, so I think tonight's the night." he said looking out at the setting sun.

"Yeah?" Thyra replies, following his gaze.

"We need to find that hunter ship, and the only way we can do that, is to fly."

"Yeah." Thyra turns and walks to Pulse, running a hand over her head, "What do you think, girl? Will you and Darkstripe help us fly out to look for the hunter ship?" She asks nervously. Dark and Pulse look at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation.

Then after a few seconds, Pulse looks back over to Thyra, and presses more into her hand, purring.

"Is that...?" Thyra trials off, when Pulse stands next to her, and gestures to her back. 

Darkstripe walks up to Dusty and does the same.

"We should get our armor on first." he said grabbing his armor.

"Nice for a test run." Thyra agrees, getting hers too,

The armor was not only light, so light they couldn't tell they were wearing it, but it was also comfortable.

Dusty puts his shield on his back, and shoulders his bow, in a spot made for it, and places his sword on his hip, placing his daggur on his right hip.

Thyra puts her staff on her back, with her shield, places her throwing knives in their spots, and wreaths her daggur on her left arm.

"Ready?" She asks, turning to Pulse, who was curiously sniffing her armour. "Oh, you like it! Cool, huh?" She asks the dragon, who gives her a gummy grin, then gestures to her back.

"Who knew dragons could be this kind, Eh?"

"Besides us, few, if any." Dusty replies, getting on Darks back. Tossing Thyra a long piece of rope, which she ties to Pulse, to help her hold on, he does the same.

"Let's take this nice, and slow." Thyra adds, carefully getting on Pulse's back. Pulse gives her an evil grin, then takes a running leap out of the cave, and into the sky.

"Whoa!" Thyra laughs, grabbing a hold of the rope as they bound above the clouds. "Yeah!" She cheers in excitement, seeing the ground disappear. "This is amazing!" She adds, turning to look over at Dusty and Dark.

Dusty watched as Pulse and Thyra launched into the sky, and Dark followed right behind them. He ran out of the cave and jumped into the air, almost knocking Dusty off. They shot up and quickly caught up with Pulse and Thyra. "This is the best thing we've ever done!" he shouted over the wind toward Thyra.

"I don't even feel this cold!" She laughs back at him, spreading her arms wide as if they were wings. "Dragon's get to enjoy this every day, I have to say it's an honour they agreed to share it with us!" She pats Pulse's head, the dragon cooing with her tongue flapping about in the wind.

Dusty looked down at the island below them, seeing something only dragons got to see. "I'd say it is an honor." He pats Dark on the head, as they made a lazy turn toward the seastacks. "Now, let's find the hunter's ship." he said pulling his spyglass out.

Thyra looked at the land and water below them, in search of the ship. "I don't see it yet." She comments.

"They got to be around here somewhere." he says back, scanning below them.

"Yeah. Let's just keep looking." Thyra says, patting Pulse's head.

They checked more than six different gatherings of seastacks, with no luck. They were checking the last grouping, when they finally spotted something.

"Look over there!" Thyra points down to a thick, tall sea stack, with the outline of a ship next to it.

"Looks like we found them. How do you want to do this, drop in arrows flying?" he asked

"I was actually thinking a stealth attack," Thyra responds.

"Now when did the merciless Thyra ever want to be stealthy?" Dusty asked

"Well, it's Night." Thyra responds. "Besides, I want to see their faces when we show up...I'm good with whatever we do, though, as long as it ends with my staff through their heart."

"Well, let's have Dark and Pulse drop us off, and stay in the air, just in case things go south."

"Yeah." Thyra nods.

They silently fly down to the ship, and dropped off on the bow. They counted two guards on the deck.

"I'll take the guy by the mast, you can have the other." Dusty said, dropping his mask

"Not gonna argue with you there!" Thyra replies, also dropping her mask, and heading towards the guy with her crossbow-shield drawn. She silently engages it, knocking a bolt. With a smirk, she shoots the guy in the throat, and she jumps on him as he falls, finishing him off with her dagger in case the arrow didn't do the job.

Dusty pulled out his daggur as he got close, he covered the mans mouth, before he made a sound, and stabbed him in the neck, as Thyra took down hers.

Thyra turns and raises an eyebrow at Dusty, jokingly dusting off her hands silently. "So, The last guys?" She whispers.

"From what that guy said, there were six men left, so down two, four to go." He whispered back

Thyra nods in understanding and points below deck. Dusty gives her a nod.

They slowly move below deck, and even from the stairs, they can hear yelling coming from the captain's room.

"You will find them and bring them to me!" yelled one voice, obviously angry.

"Captain Eret, we've lost almost all of our crew, one of them your father, to these slaves, they're not worth it." Said another.

Dusty peeked around the corner, to see two hunters guarding the door.

"We got two guarding the door." He whispered to Thyra.

She gestures to the one on the left then points to herself. She knocks an arrow in her crossbow, aiming at the guy on the left.

Dusty nods, unshouldering his bow and nocking an arrow

Thyra nods to Dusty and counts down from three with her fingers, before they both turn and fire at the same time. The guys drop at the same time, blood gushing out of the fatal shots.

"Perfect" Dusty whispers, "now just the two in the cabin." he says quietly moving toward the door. Thyra follows and they position themselves on both sides of the door, as both occupants inside continue to argue

"We're not leaving without them slaves!" The captain shouts

"Eret, these ain't dragons, you can't just bait them out and expect it to work! These two are smart and sly, we'll never catch them! And frankly, after what I saw they did to my men, I don't want to cross them!"

"I want these slaves, especially the girl!" Eret yells punching something.

"What do you expect me to do, have them walk through that door and surrender?"

Thyra nods to Dusty, before they both turn and walk into the room.

"We give up." She says bluntly, just before she and Dusty shoot the man talking to the captain with fatal arrow shots.

Eret jumps back and tries to draw his sword, but Dusty already had another arrow knocked, and shot the sword off his hip, and in the blink of an eye, had another arrow knocked.

Thyra walks towards Eret, a bolt knocked in the crossbow and pointed at his head. "You weren't expecting us?" She smirks, though Eret couldn't see it through her mask.

"Nice to finally meet ya Eret. Though, wish it was under better circumstances." he chuckled

"I don't." Thyra intejects bluntly, tightening her grip on the crossbow.

"I'll look for anything useful, Eret's all yours." Dusty said shouldering his bow and walking out of the room.

Thyra smirks under her mask, and pulls out her dagger. "Perfect." She places the shield down, and rushes at Eret, dagger raised. She slashes at him, and he manages to dodge the first two swipes, but can't avoid the third, which catches his arm.

"I had fun torturing your old man." She laughs. "He's a wimp. Like you." She forced him against the wall, and slices across his chest, drawing blood through his clothes.

He tries to fight back, sending a kick at her, but she dodges under it, and blocks a punch with her arm. "Interesting." She hums, catching his flying fist in her hand, and twisting it until she hears a crack. He cries out in pain and anger, launching out a foot that knocks her down onto the ground, but she lands in a crouch and slices at his leg. She spins on her hands and knocks him down too, before standing and placing a foot on his chest, drawing her staff.

"That was easy." She grins, pointing the blade at his neck.

"Hey, need any help?" Dusty asked poking his head into the room

"Nah, I think I've got it." Thyra grins.

"Alright, well I have the nightshade poison if you need it." Dusty says walking back out

"I'll keep that in mind." Thyra nods, turning her attention back to Eret.

"We've got some fun to have, yet." She grins under the mask, edging the blade closer to his neck. "So, tell me, Eret, what made you want to get us so bad? My uncle's hearty reward? The undying urge to go around catching people who've just earnt a chance to start again? Or just because you're a scumbag with no social life?" With the threat of an immediate beheading, he answers.

"You slaves don't deserve to be free. You deserve to be at the knees in front of a master, serving out the rest of your days until your bones break and will not mend, until your body cannot take anymore pain. Until you are broken. Or, until you die." He answers with a glare.

"And what makes you think we deserve to be slaves? Stolen away from our people. Our homes. Our families. We never did any wrong, but hey, I guess this means we deserve to be a slave, right? Right?!" She shouts the last word, and he jumps, accidently nicking himself on the blade. "To serve people like you until we die. And what? Did you come here thinking we'd just give ourselves up? Jump into your arms with glee? Well, I've got news for you. We'll fight until our last breaths. We'll fight till every last person hunting us is dead. My uncle should be afraid. Very afraid."

"Why don't you just accept your place?!" Eret growls.

"Well, because, it's not our place. If anything, it's yours."

"Thyra, you got a second?" Dusty asks, poking his head back in.

"Sure!" She answers cheerfully, slamming her foot down onto Eret's face as hard as possible, rendering him unconscious. "What's up?" She walks over to Dusty.

"We're not going to be able to sail this ship." he says in a depressed voice.

"Why? Is it broken?"

"One it's way too big for just the two of us, and I've been to the lower decks, it looks like this ship has hit the seastacks more times than I can count, she's barely staying afloat.

"Well, that's just fantastic. Did you find anything of use to us?"

"I found plenty" he said, pulling some papers out of his satchel. "And I have a plan, but I'll tell you once we get back to camp." he says putting the papers away.

Thyra nods. "Are Dark and Pulse still around?"

"They're waiting for us on deck." he said

"Alright. So, what do we do with him?" She points to the unconscious captain. "Just kill him now?"

"I have a better idea, grab him and bring him to the deck." he says as he heads into the lower hull

Thyra grabs her crossbow shield before grabbing Eret's legs and dragging him carelessly up, smirking every time he bumps his head. "He weighs more than you think." She grunts, trying to pull him up the stairs. She finally hauls him up, dropping him down with a thud. Pulse walks up to her.

"I don't know the plan with him yet." She tells Pulse. "So we'll just wait for Dusty."

Dusty comes up just as she says that, carrying a basket and a loaf of bread, as Eret starts to wake up.

"Basket's for us if that's what your asking." He says dropping it to the ground

"Cool. So, what about him?" She points to the dazed Eret, who hasn't come to fully.

"We dump him in the lifeboat, and send him adrift, someone will pick him up." he says tossing the loaf of bread into the lifeboat.

"Seriously? We could have used thst bread. Not waste it on him. I'm sure he's capable of fishing, but whatever. His now." She shrugs.

"You might want to look in the basket." he says, picking up Eret and throwing him into the boat.

She does so, seeing a bunch of bread, apples, carrots, and some preserved meats. "Never mind," she laughs.

Eret finally comes to, and looks right at Dusty.

"You have no right to do this slave!"

Dusty responds with a punch to his face, breaking his nose.

"You have no right to anything, you'll regret this." He says through the pain.

"Too bad." Thyra shoves his head down until it makes contact with the bottom of the boat. "Be glad you're being spared."

"Who the hell are you two?" Eret asks

Dusty grabs him by his hair, and makes him look up into his stone cold eyes, "you can call us : The Black Deaths."

Thyra smirks below her mask, loving the name.

Dusty slammed Eret's head against the boat, knocking him out again, and cut the ropes to the lifeboat, sending it adrift.

"I hope it crashes and he sinks to the bottom of the ocean," Thyra mutters.

"It wont, the current takes him away from the island, he'll probably die of dehydration if he does of anything."

"He can always drink the seawater," Thyra jokes, turning and petting Pulse.

"Yeah, there's always that." He jokes. "Let's send her down."

Dusty gets on Darkstripe and Thyra gets on Pulse, and they take off into the night sky, before spinning around and putting two blasts into the ship's hull, causing her to break in two.

"Alright!" Thyra cheers, slapping Pulse gently in celebration.

"Great job bud." Dusty tells Dark, giving him a scratch

"Now, what'd ya say we get outa here?" Thyra grins. Pulse lets out a Night Fury call and they spiral into the night.

Dusty laughs under his mask, "C'mon bud, let's show them how it's done." Dark gives a roar before chasing after them.