第十八章：很短的一章，看起来在五分钟内一切都很顺利

两个男孩努力让船尽可能快地航行着，像年轻的维京人一样熟练地操纵着绳索。他们已经在维京航海实践课上做过上千遍了。但从未在一起做过这件事，鉴于这两个孩子一辈子都互相憎恨，他们现在却出奇地团结。
小嗝嗝感到一种莫名的兴奋，这是他有生以来第一次为了一个共同的目标与鼻涕粗并肩合作。
他们并没有脱离危险。并没有。但是，令人难以置信的是，他们拥有了所有遗失之物，每一件物品都安全地锁在货舱里。如果他们能把那些东西带到明日岛……明日岛已经很接近了，以至于他们真的能看见那座岛屿，一个被薄雾笼罩的黑影，触手可及。
他们终于平息了过去的争吵，得到了所有的遗失之物，一阵清风把他们吹过沉船湾，在整整五分钟的时间里，一切似乎都好了起来。
如果没有无牙的嚎叫声，情况可能会更令人鼓舞。无牙仍然被锁在笼子里，他已经做好去死的准备了，所以他不再唱那首千万个瓶子的歌了，而他现在唱着一艘更悲伤的歌，这首歌是这样的：

“无牙要死~~~~了......可怜的无牙要死~~~~了......”
“你就不能让那烦人的东西闭上嘴吗？”鼻涕粗咬牙切齿道。“这让我感觉像是把自己从船上扔下去，或是向巫婆投降。”
当他们溜出巫婆的港口时，成群的龙和海鸥在头顶上飞着，尖叫着警告他们，像蝗虫一样成群结队地从公海那边飞过来。
一种不同寻常的声音跟着它们，一种不同于小嗝嗝以往听到过的声音，那是一种深沉的自然的嚎叫。有那么一刻，小嗝嗝还以为那是恶龙Furious，然后他才意识到没有生物可以发出那种声音——即使是山那么大的大海龙也不行。
只有真正世界末日般的力量才能发出那种声音。像火山、地震和飓风，这种声音是在告诉人类，尽管人类在面对大自然本身令人敬畏的力量时表现出各种聪明才智，但人类是多么的渺小和微不足道。
“那是什么？”鼻涕粗叫道，他脸色有点发青。
“那，”小嗝嗝说，“是沃登冬风（Winter Wind of Woden）。”

为了让他们的逃亡变得更加有趣，沃登冬风开始刮了起来。机会有多大呢？
小嗝嗝做了一些计算。如果他们走得快，运气好，就能避开沃登冬风。
两个孩子顽强的静静把船头调转到龙印团藏身处的方向，然后驶出了港口。一大群龙和鸟在他们头顶上像流星一样尖叫，战斗的喧闹声、爆炸声和烟火声在他们身后持续着。
嗯，那条船上。诱人的五分钟快活时光。
然后......
18. A VERY SHORT CHAPTER IN WHICH IT LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING IS ABOUT TO GO RIGHT FOR FIVE MINUTES 
The boys went to work, getting the ship sailing as fast as possible, expertly handling the ropes like the young Vikings they were. They had done this a thousand times in Viking Sailing Practice. But never together. They worked in surprising unison, for two boys who had loathed each other all their lives. 

Hiccup felt a weird sense of elation, for the first time in his life to be working side-by-side with Snotlout for a common aim. 
They were not out of danger. No. But, unbelievably, they had all the Things, every single one, safely locked in the hold. If they could just get them to Tomorrow… so close now that they could actually see it, a dark shadow in the mist, tantalisingly within reach. 
They had finally laid to rest their old quarrel, they had got all the Things, there was a clear wind taking them across Wrecker’s Bay, and for five whole minutes it looked like everything was going to be all right. 

It would have been even more inspiring if it hadn’t been for the sound of Toothless howling. Still locked in his cage, Toothless had decided he was going to die, so he had stopped singing the song about the thousands of bottles, and he was now singing an even sadder song, which went something like this: 
‘Toothless is dy-y-y-ying… Poor Toothless is dy-y-ying…’ 
‘Can’t you shut the gummy one up,’ said Snotlout through gritted teeth. ‘It’s making me feel like throwing myself off the ship or giving myself up to the witch.’ 

As they slipped out of the witch’s harbour, flocks of dragons and seagulls flew screeching overhead, screaming cries of warning, swarming in numbers like a plague of locusts from the direction of the Open Sea. 
An extraordinary noise followed them, a noise unlike anything Hiccup had ever heard before, a deep and elemental howl. For one second, Hiccup thought it was the Dragon Furious, before realising that no living creature could make that noise – not even a mighty Sea Dragon the size of a mountain. 

Only a true apocalyptic power could make that noise. Like volcanoes and earthquakes and hurricanes, that noise is one that tells the human being how small and insignificant a pinprick is mankind, for all his cleverness and ingenuity, in the face of the awesome power of Nature itself. 
‘What is that?’ shouted Snotlout, his face turning a little green. 
‘That,’ said Hiccup swallowing, ‘is the Winter Wind of Woden.’ 

Just to make their escape a little more interesting than it was already, the Winter Wind of Woden was starting to blow. What were the chances? 
Hiccup made some calculations. They might avoid the Winter Wind of Woden if they were fast – and lucky. 
Doggedly, quietly, the two boys set the ship in the direction of the Dragonmarkers’ hideout and moved out of the Harbour, streams of dragons and birds shrieking above them like shooting stars, and the clamour and explosions and fireworks of the Battle going on behind them.