"Okay, here we go." I mutter.

I'm on the far side of the island. Hopefully my luck will be better. I tie the raft again. I see the sun rising up. I don't want to bother Calypso after we... I... you know, it's better not to think about it. I push it off. I stand on it. I have to go back to them. This island, it's beautiful and truly is paradise, but it's not my paradise.

My paradise is much smaller. It's... it's... uh... B...b... Berk! It's also.... nnnnh... I grip my head. Why are the memories slipping away like grains of sand. Berk and the... the... Edge are fading away. This island is making me forget for reasons I don't know of. I'm not even sure Calypso really knows about it. It's so strange and dangerous. 

I feel the rush of cold wind on my skin. I'm coming back, you all. I'm coming back to my friends and family. I look up and I see clouds forming. Clouds that are thin like a field of grass. They move like feathers blowing in the wind.

"I've got a good feeling about this time." I say.