9 Back on Berk

9. BACK ON BERK Back on Berk, Fishlegs was hot as fire, weak as a fly caught in a spider's web, and talking nonsense. Old Wrinkly quietly bathed his head with cool water, and tried to feed him some watery tea. 'Stop it… you withered old… dried-up crab claw,' fretted Fishlegs feebly, trying to twist away from the old man's hand, but hardly strong enough to move. 'They must get here before ten in the morning,' muttered Old Wrinkly to himself. 'He's dying fast.' 'Don't worry,' whispered Fishlegs, looking straight into Old Wrinkly's concerned old eyes. 'Hiccup will make it. Hiccup always makes it… Thor only knows how,' and then he drifted off into nonsense again. Out in the middle of the Sullen Sea, strange noises could be heard, like the creaking of an old man's knee, or the rapping of a gigantic knuckle on a door. The ice was beginning to crack.

9. 回到伯克岛回到伯克岛，鱼腿热得像火，虚弱得像被蜘蛛网缠住的苍蝇，还在胡言乱语。 老皱纹悄悄地用凉水洗了洗他的头，并试着给他喂一些淡茶。 “住手……你这个干瘪的老蟹爪，”烦躁不安的鱼腿无力地说，想挣脱老人的手，但几乎没有力气动弹。 “他们必须在早上十点以前赶到这里，”老皱纹自言自语道。 “他快死了。“别担心，”鱼腿悄声说，直直地望着老皱纹关切的老眼睛。 “小嗝嗝会成功的。小嗝嗝总是能做到……只有托尔知道怎么做。”然后他又开始胡言乱语了。 在阴沉的大海中央，可以听到奇怪的声音，像是一个老人膝盖的嘎吱声，或者一个巨大的指关节在门上的敲击声。 冰开始裂开了。