A high screeching noise tore Hiccup out of his<br />
wing-beat induced trance. <br />
He couldn’t remember when he and Toothless<br />
had first taken flight-- it seemed like it was hours, maybe days ago.<br />
All he knew was that he’d been staring at bobbing, monotonous sea<br />
below, squinting for poking rocks or landmarks so intensely, for so<br />
long, that his vision was full of waves even after he focused back on<br />
the sky between the auricles of his flying companion. He blinked,<br />
frowning.  <br />
That screeching noise again