Hey! Wake up the noise that escaped Davos lips sounded hoarse and unused, He did not know how many days he had been in this prison, he had lost count. The man next to him barely stirred at his voice. He knew it had been at least two days since he had been fed. A bucket of grimy water, infested with flies his only source of nutrients sloshing at his feet. Davos weak limbs strained at the chains as he tried to touch the silent figure. Hey! His voice louder and more distinct. Through the darkness the mans eyes seemed to glance at the floor. A deep rumble echoed through the dark room, a hatch blew open, out came stumbling a man in a black surcoat, clearly drunk, a golden Kraken on his chest. Light flooded the room, swerving , he struck the nearest oarsman in sight. the man let out a loud shriek as the mailed fist came in contact with his face. Davos recognized this man. his throaty laugh bouncing off the walls of his skull filling Davos with rage. What are you sacks of piss doing back here? The oarsman received a swift kick sending the man almost to the floor, hanging by his chains, blood trickling to the slick planks. Let that be a warning to yer! No talking The man spat, darkness reconquering the room as the hatch shut behind him, the heat rose in Davos blood, anger spilling into his veins like a wave. Davos threw all of his strength into his legs, the chains buckled against the heave of Davos body the last of his strength draining into his muscles. The wood of the bench arced with strain, the wood creaking as the chains pulled at their restraints. A large wave rocked the ship sending Davos flying, the wood broke with a snap, bits of wood flying in all directions. Davos waited a moment, his heart full, like a ship taking on water. He slowly rose to his feet. It was the first time he stood for at least a week. Hundreds of dark figures took notice of this event, their heads turned at Davos. His bare feet tapped the floor as Davos scurried to the injured man, lifting him into his seat blood streaming from his broken nose. Taking a corner of his rags wiping the fresh life s blood from the mans face, Father protect you, the prayer slipped from his lips. Davos stood, facing hundreds of eager eyes. Do you trust me? I will not make a move until we are all ready, and when the opportunity presents itself. His reply was a few scattered mumbles and nodding heads. That s enough for me. Chains dragging on the floor Davos returned to his seat. He was met with the eyes of his neighbor, piercing and suddenly strong.