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I'm sorry if there is any grammatical errors in the story for it is not edited.

The boats consistent rocking did nothing to soothe Arya's nerves as it usually did. This was the day that they'd be sacking a royal ship, nothing they haven't done before, but it was still a boat of the crown. One wrong move and they would be captured, and Arya, along with her brother Jon, would surely be sentenced to death. Her crew seemed excited and the prospect of more gold. What they would use their share for? She can only guess.

Too soon did she hear Hot Pie's yell, notifying them of the ship's presence nearby. Jon placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and like every other time they've sacked a ship, Arya relinquished all emotion from her face, leaving stone cold grey eyes. Eyes she and Jon were infamous for, she'd hear people speaking about them when she was on land. Once, when she visited a tavern a sailor lucky enough to have survived one of her attacks spoke about them, saying that they could "look into the depths of your very soul." She had scoffed at that, the only thing they could do was remind her of her father.

"Oi Captain, you comin'?"

Making sure that her sword was still in her sheath, Arya gave Hot Pie a nod before walking to the front of the boat.

Only the grunts of men and the clanking sounds of metal on metal could be heard throughout the royal ship. Arya and her crew had successfully gotten on board the vessel with no casualties to their crew or ship. She had successfully stabbed a man through a chink in his armor when she saw a head pop out through a door. Pulling out her sword from the corpse she walked towards the door, stabbing another man that stood in her way. She entered the small room to see a dark haired man hastily packing supplies while muttering curses to himself. Wanting to make her presence known, Arya cleared her throat. Effectively making him turn around, revealing startling blue eyes and a hand clasping a scissor defensively.

Arya glanced at the carelessly packed supplies before coming to a conclusion of who the man was. "You're a doctor."

The doctor seemed confused with the fact that she hadn't attempted to stick her sword in his chest, yet he nodded hesitantly.

Arya smirked, "fix your stance."

"What are you talking abo-OH"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence before his feet were knocked from under him, and he fell into a heap on the ground.

"Pathetic, if you're going to stab me I'd like to be stabbed correctly." Arya got on her knees, near his face. "You seem like you've got a decent amount of muscle on ya, so how come you don't know how to fight?" She asked, her voice curious

"You seem well educated for a pirate, so how come no one taught you the law?" he shot back.

"The law is shit and so is your king. So why would I be following him, let alone the law."

Gendry couldn't argue with his statement, the king was a drunken fool. But he wouldn't dare say it in his father's presence.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Gendry looked up at the boy and met his eyes. Recognition seemed to dawn on him and he gasped. "You're one of the Stark boys. I mean I heard you were pretty but wow, you can pass as a girl."

The boy scowled, and before he knew it, Gendry was being tied up. He jerked his arms every which way but the Stark held them in such a position that he couldn't get free. Before long he gave up, scowling like a babe who wasn't allowed sugar. Once his hand and feet were tied the Stark looked out the door, grinning at whatever he saw.

"Hey Jon! I'm gonna need some help, I just found us a new doctor!"