Open Water

[Open Seas]

"Vickon!"

A sigh of frustration came from his lips as he saw his cousin strut up to the deck of his ship, he tried to ignore her but she kept glaring dagger at him. Enough awkward silence and he responded to her attempts to make him feel guilty about what happened at Great Wyk.

"What my dear cousin? Enjoying the day?" He asked trying to avoid the topic but it didn't work one bit, she tapped her boot and folded her arms.

"You bring dishonor to our people." She scolded him and instead of sighing like always he laughed, quite amusingly at that.

"Dishonor?!, by the Drowned God; am I confused as to who stayed with the Greenlanders?, The Iron Born don't have honor, we are sailors, not knights, honor gets men and women killed... Why do you think my father is still alive." He explained to her without even looking her way, only keeping his eyes on the seas.

Honor is as confusing to his people as thieving is to a Westerosi, he never had honor; only the promise of life to those who submit, or death to those who oppose him. He started it that when passing the Westerlands and Reach, at the cover of night he lit ablaze to Lannisport as his uncle did and stole all of the ships, did the same to the Shield Islands and the Arbor and Old Town, all easy victories because he had no honor. Now looking behind him he has gathered close to 800 ships, 200 belonging to his new fleet before the battles.

He is taking his fathers idea and will sail to Mereen, swearing to aid the last dragon in return for killing his father. Speaking of the man he hunted him like a dog for close to two weeks before losing him, he got past the Stepstone with thirty ships and dealt his own a defeat, he now has a hundred ships blockading the Stepstones and Lys's assistance. He had also picked up his daughter who met her aunt and uncle for the first time, she is not scared and he's proud for that, an Iron Born should never be afraid to set sail on the sea.

"Still, the traditions were tarnished when you and Euron bloodied yourselves. As Queen, I would have you both banished." His cousin threatened and he nodded for Zolar to take over and turned to face his cousin with a straight face before cracking a small smile, while she still held onto that disappointed expression which in the past weeks began to really annoy him.

"Why are you on my ship, the Merciless isn't yours and yet you and Theon strut about like you own it." He noticed that after the first day but his men are very loyal, not easy to be made to betray him.

"We are the Iron Born delegation, we will meet the Dragon Queen as a family to support her claim." She said and he felt like scoffing.

Will he get her armies across the Narrow Sea? Yes, will he serve her; be her subject? no. He and this girl will be equals in fighting his father and House Lannister, afterward, he will go about his own business, reaving and raiding and raping ships, lands and anywhere he pleases. He is Iron Born and he won't be subject to no one, that ended the day he was cast on Sothoryos as a child, forced to fight for his own survival in a bid to avenge his follies. His adventures will start once his ax in his fathers head.

"Why haven't you had uncle Victarion come along, is he not important?" Theon's sudden appearance startled him, the boy's silence is deathly quiet and it made him want to know what Bolton had done to him to make him so quiet.

"I have him on an important task."

Along with his 200 ships guarding the Stepstones, he had his uncle be the commander, when the Dragon Queen comes west she and her forces can land right with their allies in Dorne and begin the invasion of Westeros. In fact, he had already laid out a battle plan for taking the Narrow Sea from his father and Cersei, starting by seizing the coasts leading to the island of Dragonstone, what better way to put a base of operations than the home of your forefathers.

The sounds of a bird flapping made him turn to a raven, he grabbed the letter and it was from the Spider, he said it would be another few weeks before reaching Slavers Bay. He picked up the Dornish delegation of the Bastard Sands and the former Master of Whispers, if a raven hadn't been sent sooner then Dorne would have been the next kingdom to suffer his raids, it might still happen in the future. He crinkled the message and threw it overboard, smiling and leaning. Footsteps and he sighed, why won't they leave him be.

"What are you going to offer in these terms, she'll want some terms," Yara spoke and he thought on it for a moment before coming up with something.

"We won't try to conquer any of the Kingdoms, won't lay blades towards her allies." His cousin didn't seem convinced and stormed off down to the cabins, leaving him and Theon. "Theon... What did that mans boy do to you?, You can tell me." He tried to genuinely ask as he was much too curious about it all. Theon shook a little at the reminder, confusing. Theon ended up just walking away and he huffed in irritation, "At least we can talk to each other, Zolar?" Only a grunt was heard from the warrior and suddenly he felt alone.

"Drowned God, help break the silence." He started to say before seeing a wondrous sight up ahead, Valyria or the Doom. Still a lot far off but looking north he saw the city of Volantis and thought it was about time for him to get a woman, he dropped the last one a the Shield Islands. "Dock the ships, we sack the city of Volantis."

The war cry of 800 ships echoed just then, and hours after the city broke under his weight.