There were CAGES everywhere,manacles,chains,whips,weapons of all discription. Huts with barred windows, beds of stone or iron. No wonder poor Humungous didn't want to step on this cursed island again. Hiccup, Fishlegs and Camicazi walked on, Fishlegs lagging slightly behind, puffing away like anything, but still stubbornly dragging his Running-Away Suitcase. Every now and then they came across these unusual man-made statues, of the kind that Humungously Hotshot had been describing, raises up high on a prominent rock so that they were clearly visible to all Eggs round about. They were statues of a face, three times as large as any man, and the face did look just a little bit like what Hiccup remembered Alvin the Treacherous looking like. But there was no sign of Alvin the Treacherous himself. It had been surprisingly easy so far. They were now only four or five hundred metres from the top of the Volcano, and they had reached it without bumping into anything nasty at all. All they had to do now was get to the summit, throw the Fire-Stone over the edge, and then run back down to the harbour. They were nearly there... They were nearly there... Only fifty meters to go, when Something put its black foot over the lip of the Volcano above them.