This, is Springisle. It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.
My town. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new.
We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problem is some of the people that live here.
Yeah every town has its bullies and criminals. But us? It seems like a lot of the people who live here bully and belittle me.
Most people would do something about them. Not us. We're descended from vikings. We have stubborness issues.
My name's Jay. But mostly everyone calls me Hiccup, sometimes Useless. Great name, I know. People think that I'll feel worse about myself if they call me names. Like our charming "viking" demeanour wouldn't do that.