13 Back on Berk

13. BACK ON BERK Back on Berk, Stoick the Vast sat in front of the table in his Chiefly Hut with his head in his hands. 'A Chief feels no pain…' he was saying to himself over and over again. 'A Chief feels no fear… A Chief is above mere weak personal feelings…' But oddly enough this didn't seem to make him feel any better. 'There will be other sons…' he said to himself. And the wind howling across the ocean and through the wet bracken and blowing open the doors in a flurry of rain seemed to call back to him… '…but not like Hiccup.' What kind of a Chief am I? he thought to himself wretchedly. Grimbeard the Ghastly would never have hesitated like this! Grimbeard the Ghastly would know it was the Bog-Burglars' fault yet again. He'd have been over there bashing those Bog-Burglars all the way to Valhalla by now… But then he caught sight of the Roman helmet, and doubts started to creep in. Could it possibly be that Hiccup was right and the Romans had found their way into the Inner Isles

13. 回到伯克岛，巨神斯托伊克坐在他的多米多尔小屋的桌子前，双手抱头。 “酋长是不会感到痛苦的……”他一遍又一遍地对自己说。 “一个酋长是不会害怕的……一个酋长是超越于脆弱的个人感情之上的……”但奇怪的是，这似乎并没有让他感觉好一点。 “还会有别的儿子……”他自言自语道。 风呼啸着穿过海洋，穿过潮湿的蕨类植物，在一阵骤雨中吹开了门，似乎在呼唤他……“……但不像小嗝嗝。”我算哪门子主任？ 他可怜地想。 可怕的Grimbeard绝对不会这样犹豫！可怕的Grimbeard会知道这又是沼泽窃贼的过错。 他现在应该已经在那里痛击那些沼泽窃贼，一路奔向英灵殿了……但是，当他看到那顶罗马头盔时，怀疑开始悄悄涌上心头。 难道希卡普是对的，罗马人已经找到了进入内岛的路吗

and were trying to make trouble? Sighing, he picked up the piece of paper sitting on the table in front of him. On it he had written: Plan A: Sale to the land of the Bog-Burglars and starte bashing everybody. He picked up the quill, dipped it in the ink and wrote: Plan B: Send a War Partty to look for A Romman Forte. But which was the right thing to do? Being a Chief was a lonely business.

我们是想找麻烦吗？ 他叹了口气，拿起面前桌子上的那张纸。 他在上面写着：A计划：卖给沼泽窃贼之国，然后开始痛击每一个人。 他拿起羽毛笔，蘸了蘸墨水，写道：B计划：派一支作战小队去寻找罗马要塞。 但哪一件事是正确的呢？ 当警长是件孤独的事。