Breaking the Lines

A smile came to the lips as he saw Mereen, sadly it is currently under siege by an enemy fleet. The Slaver Coalition of Astapor, Yunkai, and Volantis; the Volantene's he didn't slaughter as he took the city from them a week ago. His eyes were laid on the city itself, aflame and faint screams of the people could be heard.

That's going to have to change...

"All hands ready!" He called and received replies from his crew, the same command going to all the 800 ships that clearly outnumber the enemies. He walked down to his personal cabin and readied himself, leather armor and grieves for flexibility; a short bow and arrows set. The last was his ax and dirk, ready he walked back out of the cabin and joined with a boarding party.

"Today is a grand one, we save the Dragon Queen's arse and she will bend to our demands; hold no quarter and kill every invader on those ships! And if you fall, may you be front row seat to the Drowned Gods great halls!"

Not so rousing but it will do for now, his men cried in eagerness. He went to the edge of the front bowls of his ship, holding onto a fastening rope and ready for the bloodshed to begin. Yara and Theon came behind him with blades in hand, he smirked a toothy grin and nodded to them and received one in return, without the grins of course.

The Merciless hit a ship hard, rocking the waters and he didn't wait before jumping onto the enemy boat and cutting down the first man. His first mate and cousins followed suit, and the battle of Slavers Bay began. He dodged one slave's swing, grabbing the sword and turning it and slicing the man's own neck, he flung the same sword into the chest of another one, knocking him to the floor.

His fleet began hitting the farther ships with catapults; given by Lys as they passed them by albeit by intimidation. The flaming balls shot and hit the front vessels, sinking some on impact while he continued to slaughter more of the slavers and their slaves. Setting the ship ablaze by torching their oiled barrels, he and the others fell back to the Merciless and began rowing towards the next ship and he saw the previous ship implode.

Drowned God the last few months have been the best, "Onward!"

Within the Great Pyramid of Mereen, a silver-haired woman watched with a bit of curiosity of a new fleet arriving in her waters. She had thought they were apart of the armada sent to kill them but saw them battling the enemy fleet below, looking close she could faintly see the silhouette of Kraken's on the new fleets sails and she wondered who they were.

"Greyjoy ships. Haven't seen these since Victarion sunk Lannisports ships during their rebellion." Her new 'adviser' informed her and she was made more curious as to why.

"Did they rebel for my family?" She asked and the dwarf scoffed at the question.

"I'm afraid not, Roberts reign was young and House Greyjoy thought they could take on the Seven Kingdoms... They were wrong, but if they are here as allies then that's a good thing and a bad thing." The little man didn't make any sense for that, are they or aren't they here to be allies and why would that be a bad thing.

"What do you mean?" She asked him and a momentary silence came as Tyrion thought of an answer.

"Its that no one from Westeros assists in a foreign war without wanting something in return, that's all I know."

Back at the battle, Vickon dug his dirk inside of a man's eye and spun with his ax and cut out another's insides that fell to the wooden floor. He hurried and launched a spear across the next ship that was knocking arrow to hit Zolar. This is the fifth ship he has taken but the number of vessels his armada sunk are countless by now, a battle is raging and so is his attention to keeping numbers of ships that sunk or men he has given to the damned Stranger.

"Most are surrendering or running away, they are growing fewer." Yara reported with blood covering her, he smiled and wiped a little from her cheek and turned to the last of the enemy ships.

"We need to keep killing them, sink every ship." He commanded, yet as they went on a screech was heard in the city and he widened his eyes at what came of it.

Not one or two but three dragons began flowing from the city. His people began panicking but a wide call for a ceasefire was put out and he and the others went back to his own. Next, they watched the event take place as the Queen and her dragons lit the rest of the slaver fleet on fire, burning the vessels and their men to cinders and sinking them.

Soon the battle came to an end and he and his ships docked where the enemy armada was stationed, but a day and a half it would be before a messenger came and the Dragon Queen summoned them. All the while he remembered the beasts burning the ships and understood why his people had been broken by the Targaryens 300 years ago, it gives him a new vision of seeing his father burn the exact same way.

Theon, him and Yara along with Zolar and a handful of guards walked the streets, looking at the destruction with not much thought. These people knew what was going to happen and should have prepared for a siege, any ruler should know this and that thought caused him to either think the ruler wasn't in the city or she might be that naïve to think trusting a handful of cities whose lifeblood was slavery to just abolish it within days. He sighed walked on, ready for what needs to be said.

The throne room doors opened and he stared straight on the seat and was surprised, the rumor was true and more. Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Mereen is just a beautiful than most women he had encountered throughout his life. Silver hair like silken strings into a tail, eyes the shape of amethysts and it's difficult not to admire her shapely bodice.

"Lord Greyjoy I presume?" She asked and a guard stopped him from taking a step up the stairs, he gave a grin and swallowed hard.

"King actually, even before claiming the Iron Islands by conquest. Vickon Greyjoy, your highness and King of the Stepstones." He introduced himself to her and she looked indifferent, but the blond-haired dwarf didn't look so happy to see him, not that he cares.

"Son of Euron? The Pirate King?, What brings you here and why help us against the slavers?" A Lannister, only a lion would have such an air of arrogance about him. He sighed and gestured a request to come closer to which the Dragon Queen hesitantly allowed after glancing to the Little Lion Man.

"It involves a long story, but here is a shorter version. I want my father to die, I became King of the Iron Islands to make it so, but he escaped and is no doubt finding allies with the Lannisters. I came here to bring you home, back to Westeros."

Daenerys stood shocked to be described. She expected several things, but not the answer she got, a son wanting to kill his father. She looked at Tyrion who stared a warning to not trust him and then to herself, she wants to go West and since Slaver's Bay is safe for the people she freed. She swallowed and stood from her chair and approached the 'King' who didn't move a muscle, his companions shifted nervously but remained standing.

"Becoming allies, you must have terms so what are they?, Marriage? Independence?" She asked and he scoffed at the question at hand.

"No need, though if my father had his way then he would bring a marriage pact. And independence? I already have that, the seas are my land and my ship is my seat of power." His words gave her a feeling of reminiscence as her brother would say wherever they were was their home for the night and she would take that on faith.

She also saw that he was quite the confident person that is known, she doesn't know much about House Greyjoy or Iron-Born. If she accepts the pact of this man then she can know more, or she can simply learn about it when she goes West. Looking close she saw in his eyes that of one who scraped and clawed his way through life, much like her own.

"When I retake the Seven Kingdoms, Iron Born raids will cease. I won't allow this in the new world I intend on making, am I clear?" She offered the ultimatum to see his reaction and land on the choice she will take, he looked annoyed for being ordered around. Silence flowed through the room as the echoes from outside sunk, then he spoke to her.

"Essos is mine to raid and pillage. In return the Iron Islands and Stepstones will be recognized as an allied nation to the Iron Throne, for as long as communication lasts." his hand stretched out to her own, waiting for her to take it, she hesitated and thought on it all and the consequences. Dooming Essos to the Iron Born is a risk, but her birthright is here and waiting to sail home, to bring her Dothraki and Unsullied across to take the Iron Throne from those who stole it from her family.

So she took his hand, its time for her to finish what Viserys couldn't begin.

A week later the new ships were outfitted to carry horses, men, and weapons. The Kraken, Sun, and Dragon readied and launched from the newly named Bay of Dragons as Daenerys calls it. Theon couldn't believe Vickon was able to do this and now, now the new fleet of over a thousand ships are going to Westeros, but what threats await them there.

"Ready, brother?" Yara called and he turned to her, smiling for once in his life since going home.

"Yes."

Across into the shores of Blackwater Bay, several hundred ships are lined and anchored. On there, sails are a mixture of the Kraken and the Lion. It took much convincing and nights of proving his worth to her but Euron, King of the Seas and Captain of the Silence have the new Queens ear and authority. His son took his plans from him and from what spies say, he is at Mereen or is sailing here with the Targaryen Queen, it won't stop anything as he will sink his sons fleet the moment they arrive and he will finish what he began all those years ago.

His son's life is his to take, and so is the sea.