[All that could be heard right away is the sound of heavy breathing. It was obvious that they were more than a little scared, in fact after a few minutes Finnian could be heard speaking.]

Is anyone else having their worst nightmare come true?

[He goes quiet as the sound of footsteps could be heard in the background getting closer and closer before passing and getting much quieter. Once they seemed to have gone he speaks up and almost sounding like he's going to cry.]

I don't want them to take me away... I don't want to be experimented on again. [He sniffs slightly.]

To my crew mates, if you hear this please stay safe. [It wasn't long until the footsteps are back and a scream could be heard from Finny before the journal goes quiet.]

Letting everybody know that I'll be sleeping in the Moon's galley for a while. Colder air makes the stump too sore to move around easily, and it's warmer in the kitchen.

Since it seems like everybody else is getting nightmares all of a sudden, if you need help getting to sleep, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that might help. I don't give a damn if you have to wake me up. I'd rather not wake up to some half-asleep fool burning the ship down while trying to make something warm to drink.

[Naesala...hasn't really...slept. His nightmare hasn't kept him in fear, exactly, but as one of his worst fears come to life, the rammifications aren't any less severe. Even if everyone else is acting just as strangely. He's sitting on the mast of the Moon with his journal open next to him, and the sleeve of one arm rolled up. Inspecting a mark on his forearm and really, really trying not to look at a corpse of a friend on deck that may or may not even be real.]

Maybe I was right in my initial assumption. This world must be hell.

Chasing after a legend amounting to nothing but false hope, being toyed with like a nestlings' trinkets, enough curses to keep us occupied and in distress until the end of time.

If the gods exist, they have long stopped caring about us.

[The journal entry ends with a sigh as he rolls his sleeve back down. He knows he's being dramatic, but a day or two doesn't make a difference in thinking the people you're supposed to protect have been slaughtered.]

So... this is what we use to talk to everyone, right? Weird, but okay.

I'm hoping most of you are used to the idea of having dragons around already, seeing as Toothless has apparently been here for a while. Well, now there's another one. Those of you on the Night Fury have probably noticed by now. She's big, blue and spiky, and she's mine. Her name's Stormfly.

Like Toothless, she won't do anything to you unless you attack her first. So don't. If you see her around and she lets you, you can pet her. She usually likes that. Just be careful of her spines -- they're poisonous.

If you aren't sure what to do, you can ask me, or Hiccup.

--Oh, I'm Astrid. I guess I should have said that first.