Martin and the other defenders had managed to beat the vermin back. The survivors had retreated to Clogg's ship.

"So, my sister has met her end," Gingivere said. "What a waste. Can't say I'll miss her, but… what a waste."

"Captain Clogg is still out there though," Varys cautioned.

"Where do you think Daenerys went?" Gonff asked. "Could she be going back to her kingdom already?"

Martin shook his head. "No, she wouldn't leave without us."

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On the beach,Clogg was talking to the remaining vermin. "We sure took a beating today, didn't we, mates? But now Queen Daenerys is gone. She flew away on her dragon. It's the perfect time for us to launch another attack. I got a plan. Now 'earken t'me an' listen…"

But before he could describe his plan, another ship hove into view. It landed on the shore right next to the Seascarab. Clogg could see it was crewed by humans, and that they far outnumbered what was left of his forces. As they began to disembark, Clogg noticed every one of them had a sword or a spear.

Clogg called to an olive-skinned young man who seemed to be in charge. "Ahoy,who might you be?"

"Ally to good, nightmare to you," the young man said, drawing his sword. Clogg gulped.

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About an hour later, Martin was keeping watch on the wall when they saw what looked like an army marching toward them. But it wasn't the vermin. It was an army of humans, led by an olive-skinned young man carrying a sack.

"Hello, friends," the young man called. "Is Queen Daenerys Targaryen in there? I want to talk to her."

"She's not here right now," Martin said. "I don't know when she'll be back."

"What a shame," the man said. "I came all the way from Westeros just to see her. Who's in charge, then?"

"I think that might be me," Martin said hesitantly. "I'll be right down."

Martin went outside to meet with the man. "What's in that bag?" he asked.

"A gift for Daenerys, if she ever shows up," the man replied. He pulled something out of the bag. It was Clogg's head!

"Where did you get that?" Martin cried. "Did you cut it off yourself?"

The man smiled. "Sure did. We took care of his whole crew. They won't bother you anymore."

"Who are you?" Martin asked in amazement.

"My name," the man said, "is Prince Quentin Martell of Dorne."