Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 20
The Docks. Kings Landing.
Unlike in some of the self-insert fanfics that I'd read long before becoming the Dragonborn, and that I could for some reason remember parts of even when personal details of my old life had long since faded away, I hadn't single-handedly brought about an industrial revolution here in Westeros, but I had introduced a few new ideas, such the first fountain pens, as writing with quills is for Shakesphere and Hogwarts students.
Currently, I was sitting at a desk within a cabin, finishing off a letter while a red priestess waited for a free moment in which she could talk to me. Recently I'd purchased some tundra cotton from the Dremoa Merchant. Unlike normal cotton, the tundra kind that came from Skyrim could go in harsher climates and if enough seeds could be gathered it might be worth farming in the North. All that and more I was putting into a letter to Jon Snow who I'd gotten somewhat close to after the two of us had defeated the evil White Walkers.
This ship, that my luxury cabin was situated within, had once been part of the fleet that Euron Greyjoy had been in the process of building as his part of the work that was meant to keep the Lannister/Tyrell alliance in power, now that it was complete Yara Greyjoy, who I'd help make Queen of the Islands, had gifted it to me as part our alliance upon confirming that she was pregnant.
The sails of the ship were black and showed a silver diamond-shaped dragon such as that used by the Septim Empire, I'd adopted it so that I'd have something for my banners back when I'd become the head of a noble house. I wouldn't have bothered if such things if they weren't such an important part of the local culture.
As fate would have it the fortunes of my House were growing in other ways, after a short and mild winter, the seasons of this world had changed with the demise of the White Walkers, the Empress of Westeros had in her wisdom decided to order me to go and conquer a group of islands known as the Stepstones.
The Stepstones are a chain of islands between the southern narrow sea and the northwestern Summer Sea. The islands are east of Dorne in Westeros and west of the Disputed Lands in Essos. The Stepstones are known to be the location of many a pirate den and recently slavers had begun to operate out of the islands in greater numbers than ever before.
I'd learned that the Free city Tyrosh was located on the easternmost and northernmost of the Stepstones, although it is usually not considered part of the island chain when generally speaking about the Stepstones, given that Tyrosh is a strong and self-reliant city-state controlling large amounts of territory on the mainland, and not a den of pirates.
Attempts by both the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities to conquer all of the Stepstones in the past had failed. Apart from the fact that rival Free Cities are always competing over them, the local pirates and outlaws consistently resist any attempts made to impose any sort of outside rule. Not that this would stop me.
While the Stepstones are predominantly home to lawless pirate-dens, all sea shipping to the northern Free Cities (Myr, Pentos, Lorath, and particularly Braavos) has to pass through them. Shipping from nearby Lys, and even to an extent from Volantis, is also sometimes in danger of attacks from the pirates of the Stepstones.
Occasionally, pirates from the Stepstones have even invaded the east coasts of Westeros in large numbers. During the Targaryen Conquest, pirates from the Stepstones used the distraction of Aegon the Conqueror and his dragons landing to the north to invade Cape Wrath in the east of the Stormlands. The Targaryens themselves drove them out before too long.
During the reign of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen over two hundred years ago, Myrish pirates from the Stepstones even seized and held the eastern half of Tarth island, northeast of Cape Wrath and a considerable distance away from the Stepstones themselves. The Targaryens cleared them out easily enough with their dragons, but Jaehaerys I's eldest son Prince Aegon ended up dying in the battle despite his side having dragons.
Prince Daemon Targaryen briefly conquered most of the Stepstones using his dragon Caraxes and an army of sellswords and adventure-seekers, then he'd established his own Kingdom of the Stepstones, his own proxy-kingdom nominally independent from but allied with the Iron Throne, much as I intended to do.
In truth it was never really a functional realm in its own right as he was only ever to control whatever it was he had his army on. He played at war like this for several years but later abandoned the Stepstones altogether, which collapsed back into pirate control not long afterwards. I intended to learn from his mistakes and conquer the islands correctly.
The Stepstones were conquered by Maelys the Monstrous, one of the Blackfyre Pretenders, in the War of the Ninepenny Kings, as a staging area for an invasion of Westeros. King Jaehaerys II sent an army to destroy his forces before they were ready, and Maelys Blackfyre was killed in battle by Ser Barristan Selmy.
Recently a man called Aurane Waters, the so-called the Bastard of Driftmark, and the former grand admiral to Queen Regent Cersei Lannister, had ordered the construction of a fleet of dromonds and crewed them with criminals before fleeing King's Landing with the warships to the Stepstones. Aurane Waters had gone on to declare himself the 'Lord of Waters' and pirate king before he started raiding ships vital to trade here in Westeros.
This resulted in someone needing to go after him and since it wasn't normal for a noble lord to keep such a large standing army such as my Blades the Empress wanted them mostly disbanded without making it so they could never be reformed in a time of need so the Blades would become the foundation of noble houses of the Stepstones, ruling the islands in my name as lords and ladies while knowing that they could be called upon once again to fight.
Periodically the pirates in the Stepstones grow to such numbers that fleets from Westeros and the Free Cities gather in major campaigns to wipe them out, but new pirates always replace them eventually. This was why the Empress had sent me and my Blades to occupy the islands along with support from elements within the Imperial Legions, that also needed to be downscaled somewhat.
So as to ease her burdens as a leader and to reward me for saving the world, I would have overall dominion over the Stepstones as Lord Paramount of the Narrow Sea which is the sea between the continent of Westeros to its west and the continent of Essos to its east. The sea is relatively narrow and easy to cross, but large enough to make large-scale invasions and military incursions between the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities difficult.
The rulers of the Free Cities might not like me having that title, but really it meant little since the Royal Navy, lead by Lord-Admiral Davos Seaworthy the Master of Ships, would actually be the police force meant to keep the shipping lanes clear rather than a means to hamper trade, and once trade picked up the leaders of the Free Cities would learn to accept my control over the Stepstones. I also planned to send them impressive gifts as a sign of respect.
Once conquered my job would be to keep order on the Stepstones and rule them from Dragostone, something made much easier for me do thanks to my ability to open portals. Under my rule, the Stepstones would only be considered part of Westeros mostly in name as the Empire had too much internal strife to look outwards. Because of this, some islands off the coast of Westeros would soon find themselves with a new Lord Paramount, again I would try to smooth this change over with some impressive gifts.
As for the Free Cities would be more accepting if the Stepstones came under the control of a somewhat independent nation that would prevent their ships from being attacked by pirates rather than have them be little more than an extension of the Seven Kingdoms. The politics weren't easy to grasp, but I'd been assured that things would work out.
I wasn't just going off to conquer some islands because I had troops who'd more than earned some lands to call their own, we were also doing this because the Ironborn had a big fleet and lots of raiders, and nothing to do with them since they weren't allowed to raid anywhere in Westeros now that it was all unified under the new empire, more or less.
Yara and Dany wanted the Iron Fleet to become a peacekeeping force that hunted pirates, the ruler of the Iron Islands was appealing to the pride of her captains, telling them that only the Iroborn could claim the Narrow Sea for the empire, and she'd promised her captains all the loot they could carry off during the conquest of the Stepstones as well the opportunity to drag off any captured pirates to the iron mines.
I would be funding the invasion as there as no surety of the captains making a profit, and just preparing the invasion was a mountain of work and I was still tackling my share. The Master of Whispers played his part by spreading rumours that the combined fleet would be hunting pirates who'd been plaguing shipping between Whitehabour and Gulltown. Something that should lead the pirates to seek refugee at the Stepstones so we could attack them there.
"My Prince we found a stowaway" reported one of my Blades.
Once I'd conquered the Stepstones and made my own mostly independent kingdom, I would become the Prince of the Stepstones. I wasn't going to call myself King of Isle or anything like that as I wanted it to be clear that my islands were part of the Seven Kingdoms much like Dorne. Besides, the prince title would work best for other reasons.
Things were not settled here in Kings Landing and partly this was my fault. Dany had done her best to smooth things over with The Faith, only with my victory over the Night King I'd been declared Azor Ahai reborn, and to the followers of the Lord of Light, this made me a saviour figure and the priests of that faith were not shy about coming here to Westeros to proclaim that the Chosen One had saved them all.
Back in Skyrim, I'd also saved the world, but no one living had seen me do it, they'd just lived to see the dragon attacks come to an end, and there had been nothing like the Battle at The Wall with thousands of witnesses or who all saw the army of the dead just stop. Jon Snow had loudly declared to anyone willing to listen that I'd slain the Night King in personal combat and that news had spread far and wide very quickly.
It didn't help that until recently the red priests and priestesses had been preaching to anyone who would listen, telling them all about how Daenerys Targaryen is a prophesied saviour sent by R'hllor to deliver them from evil. Only now I was the saviour. It was all very confusing and with all the followers of the Lord of Light coming to Westeros the Sparrows had gotten violent.
If not for the Imperial Legion posted in the city, which was a force mostly made up of Unsullied, I felt sure that we'd have riots going on across Kings Landing. With all that it didn't surprise me that someone had tried to get out of the city and get somewhere new.
"Show me this stowaway" I ordered.
I soon discovered that the person who'd somehow sneaked onboard was Osha, sarcastic, brave, and courageous wildling spearwife who used to live in the lands Beyond the Wall. Like most other wildlings, Osha worshipped the old gods of the Forest, and no doubt the growing tension between the followers of the Seven and the fire god's worshippers made it even less safe for anyone who stuck to the old ways.
Osha once had a husband or something close to that, who she loved dearly until he disappeared. One night, he returned to their hut as an undead wight, and Osha had no choice but to burn her hut down with him trapped inside. For some reason, I remembered that while other characters and their histories were lost somewhere in the depths of my mind.
Due to the rising threat of the White Walkers and their wights, Osha fled south of The Wall with a group of other wildlings, hoping to go "as far south as south goes". She'd ended up in service to House Stark for a time, and she should have died at the hands of Ramsay Snow a while back, only that must not have happened this timeline due to my actions.
"Shouldn't you in Winterfell?" I asked "Osha of the Free Folk".
The poor woman did not look as if she'd been having an easy time of it of late.
"How the hell do you know who I am?" she questioned.
Before I could answer that the Red Priestess who'd gotten all the way to Kings Landing from a country that was basically this world's version of Ancient China, and that must have been one hell of journey given the distances involved, decided to express her devotion to me by yelling at my ship's stowaway.
"He is the Lord of Light's chosen, how dare you speak to him that way!" she shouted.
I was allowing the priestess to come with us to the Stepstones so she could build a temple there because I didn't want any of the fire-worshippers on Dragonstone and if my admirers followed her then it would get them out of Kings Landing, and hopefully, calm down the Seven worshipping fanatics, if it didn't then Dany might need to use her dragons on them.
"Priestess I can speak for myself," I gently chided.
That made her back down.
"To answer your question," I said next to Osha "I'm a friend of House Stark and so I know you were in service to them, looking after the youngest Stark boy. I was under the impression you were still there".
Actually I'd not thought about her at all until now, but saying that would have been needlessly rude and knowing her when she didn't know me had clearly added to my mystique even if I had a rational explanation for my knowledge.
"The Lady of Winterfell gave me some coin and sent me away," Osha told me "I came as far south as I could until I ran out of coin".
She was far from the first refugee to end up in this dump of a city, and I was not shocked to hear that Sansa hadn't kept Osha on as her littlest brother's nursemaid, or whatever you'd call the role she'd been playing.
"I assume you found a way onto my ship so as to escape the troubles here," I said.
While that hadn't been a question she nodded in confirmation.
"What was your plan for when we arrived somewhere else?" I wondered.
She might not know where we were going, which was the Stepstones via Dragonstone, I didn't want to look as if this fleet was going after the pirates until it was too late for them to scatter. Only the captains of the ships knew what our real mission was.
"I hoped to find work, milord" stated the free folk woman.
Since I'd sent Aela back to Skyrim, so that she could rejoin her pack after being away from them so long I could do with a new woman back at Castle Black. I did so like to collect them.
"When we arrive at my home I'll hand you over to my steward," I told the wilding "She will get you settled in and find you some work".
Some cleaning up wouldn't go amiss.
"Once we're at Dragonstone we can discuss your future," I said.
I wouldn't mind having a wildling to warm my bed some nights, but that was something which could happen once she'd had a chance to see how good her life could be within the castle. For now, she'd have to stay down in the hold of the ship. To that end, I called for a guard and instructed them to secure our stowaway somewhere comfortable as well as to ensure that she was well fed.
With that matter dealt with I turned to the red priestess.
"So what I can help you with your holiness?" I asked.
Whatever it was I could only hope that it didn't cost me too much time and effort.
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Castle. Dragonstone.
After handing over Osha to my steward I found myself down the depths of the fortress where a few of the dwarves I'd hired to put in a secure vault for my treasury had found something of interest. While I'd wanted some space down here that I could secure so I'd have somewhere safe to store my treasures, this project was going to be delayed because hundreds of years ago someone dragon rider had the same idea.
I entered the vault, all the time wondering if there was more than one of them hidden away down here, that was made from Valyrian stone which was a hard type of stone, originating from Valyria. It is apparently harder than any other known type of stone. This explained why the dwarves hadn't been able to break into it despite there mastery of stone.
In the show Xaro Xhoan Daxos showed Daenerys Targaryen his vault, stating that both the vault and the door are made from Valyrian stone. He also says that he offered the best locksmiths in Qarth their weight in gold if they could break into it, however, they all walked away empty-handed. Xaro later offered its contents to Dany if she consented to his marriage proposal.
After defeating the warlock Pyat Pree, Daenerys returns to the vault, along with the captured Xaro (now the self-proclaimed King of Qarth) and his lover (Daenerys's handmaiden Doreah), and opened up the vault, revealing nothing as Xaro's entire business empire was based on a lie. She then locked both Xaro and Doreah in the vault for their betrayal.
This vault, that I had to use some of Dany's blood to open (I had some persevered in case she needed another Valyrian steel sword made) needed to be opened and the clue to figure out how to open the vault had been the Valyrian words for fire and blood, the motto of House Targaryan.
Once inside the vault, I saw the wealth that must be some of what the Targaryan's had brought with them from the Freehold before The Doom. There were piles of gold and silver coins just lying around, the coins had dragons on them, but these were not golden dragons as what the people of Westeros used, these much be coins that were minted long ago in Valyria.
I looked around and found more treasures, a few crowns with a fortune of gemstones held in place by gold, as well as many weapons. Swords, axes, polearms, spears, and chains all made from Valyrian steel. I knew a certain Sand Snake who'd love one of those spears. Thinking on it, I could have done with all of this before facing the Night King, but there was no sense whining about that now as the plan had gone well and White Walkers had all been defeated.
Along one wall were eight suits of armour made from Valyrian steel with one clearly having been made for a leader. I wondered if Aegon the Conquer had ever worn the suit during his conquest as it had a dragon helm and it was a good looking set of armour.
"Enough suits for a king and his Kingsguard" I muttered.
The Targaryens hadn't attacked Westeros as soon as they'd set up on Dragonstone, they'd waited for many years, and they must have been accumulating great wealth during that time. I found display cases full of rings, necklaces, amulets, bracelets, circlets, and so on. Enough to keep the crown's debtors off its back even without my help.
After the invasion, the knowledge of this vault must have been lost due to the infighting as had the knowledge of how to hatch dragons, forge weapons of Valyrian steel, make towers of dragonglass, and perhaps much more.
By far the biggest deal of all within the vault was the single dragon's egg that I found on a stand, the gods only knew how long it had been here, and if had been as well preserved as everything else down here, then it might be possible to hatch the dragon within. I knew how to do that and if anyone other than Dany should fly a dragon over the skies of Westeros than it should be me.
I imagined the books on the shelves, that were unreadable to me since I only knew a few words of High Valyrian, might contain information on how to hatch dragons and much more, enough to rebuild some of the wonders of the Freehold.
"Guard this vault," I said as I closed the door.
I cleaned up the blood so that lock wouldn't open again until Dany got here. Between the two of us, we'd have to decide who got what out of the vault. I wanted that fancy armour and some of the weapons, but the gold meant little to me, as for the books, some scholar would have to translate them for anyone who wanted to read them.
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Castle. Dragonstone.
Osha of the Freefolk had seen enough of the lands south of The Wall to know that this island and the castle upon it were not normal. She'd come to recognise that in many ways the Kneelers were far more powerful than her own people, they had better armour, better weapons, they had many horses to ride, and strong walls to hide behind.
Yet compared to Dragonstone all the lords of Westeros might as well be the most savage of wildings, this castle had wonders she'd never seen before and it was by far the cleanest place she'd ever lived in. She'd been cleaned up before being put to work, made to bathe and shave even her most private of parts. Not that she minded having a hot bath with fancy smelling stuff in it that made her feel cleaner than she'd ever been.
While here Osha would have to work to earn her keep, unlike the spoiled southern ladies who lived here in the castle. Unlike them, Osha was free to leave and she'd be paid well for her work so she wished to move on she could buy passage on one the ships they came to the docks of this island. Not that she had any intention of leaving as she knew that she would be comfortable here and no one kept her chains. They'd even given nice new clothes to wear.
The steward, who was a woman called Lydia, and even Osha knew how odd it was for a woman to run a castle, at least when she was not a lord's wife, had ordered the wilding to warm their master's bed this night. Osha didn't protest this at all, she was quite willing to spread her legs in exchange for her warm room, clean clothes, three meals a day, and hot baths on demand. She also liked brushing her teeth with the pleasant-tasting paste and having her waste washed away meant no emptying of any chamber pots.
"You've cleaned up well" the Dragonborn commented when she entered his room.
Osha smirked before speaking.
"You captured me and brought me to your home," she said, "Now I belong to you, milord".
When it came to marriage while living north of The Wall, free folk men are expected to be forceful with women, going so far as stealing them from their home or clan. The women, in turn, are expected to put up a decent struggle. Gothic hadn't stolen her, but he had sort of taken her prisoner and while she'd not resisted, because they'd been no reason to, he could still forceable take her in other ways and that would be enough for Osha. No sense sticking too close to tradition if it risked her new comfortable life.
The Dragonborn picked up Osha and ripped her new clothes until she was nude from the waist down and then he began to roughly touch her, making it very clear to her who was in charge. Osha rather liked this and soon her cunt begged for attention, and before long that part of her was given what it craved in some sense, a finger and then two, this was fine to start with.
Lord Gothic had his hands all over Osha's body, doing with it as he pleased, as was his right since he'd taken her. He squeezed her breasts while stilling fingering her and Osha bucked her hips so as to gain as much enjoyment for his actions as possible from what he was doing to her.
"Fuck me!" she called out "Please milord".
Those words were not said as submissively as they should have been, there was something of a challenge in the, perhaps even demand, and at the same time, it still was a pleading request. It didn't really matter to Osha which of these he responded to because very soon his nice thick cock was inside her.
He began fucking her how he wanted to fuck her, as a man should and Osha desired to give this man strong sons and cunning daughters if the gods saw fit. She wasn't as young as she used to be, and she'd not been blessed before now despite having had a good man. Now she had a new man, one fucked her hard, and wanted to keep her in his big fancy castle, hopefully, this meant the gods had indeed blessed her.
Osha let out a passionate cry as the pace of the fucking increased, her face was buried in a soft pillow and her ass was up in the air and had she the wits she'd realise that this wasn't even sex, she was being bred like an animal. The Dragonborn knew how to handle a free folk woman, he understood that he needed to make his dominance clear. As for Osha all she could do was be used and it felt great, her cunt was wet, but not wet enough to dose the fire in her loins, she needed him to cum inside her, that would be the only thing that would cure this ache she felt inside.
He just kept fucking her, it was all that existed for the two of them, and while it couldn't have lasted too long, not at the pace he was going at, it seemed to be never-ending. When this did end Osha would be little more than a tangle of limbs on her master's bed.
"I'm going cum inside you" Gothic warned.
She wanted to say something, to encourage him, or to thank her new lord, but she found that she had no words and later she would pray to the gods that his seed would quicken inside her.
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Near Bloodstone. The Stepstones.
"That is the largest of the islands and the one closest to Westeros," I said to anyone who was listening "I'm going to have the dwarves build me a mighty fortress, one even bigger than Dragonstone even if I have to hire every dwarven clan I can find".
I even had an image of what kind of castle I wanted to show them. It was one owned by Doctor Doom of the Marvel comics. Actually he owned two castles. One is in upstate New York and had a moat with crocodiles in it, which is kind of silly given that the USA isn't known for its castles, but it worked for a comic book setting.
The other, the more official castle is the appropriately named Castle Doom that is situated in Doomstadt, the capital of the country he rules, Latveria. Judging by the picture it was a pretty standard massive, Gothic, 16th-century castle, something the dwarves should have little in the way of problems creating for me as long as I could fund it.
As for the comic book version of the castle, what makes that fortress so difficult to attack is not its wall or moat, I wasn't going to have a moat, rather Doom gave his castle defences both physical and magical, loaded it with sentient Doombots, missiles, and more. As such, it takes massive teams of superheroes to get inside Doom castle, and half the time they get there they realize Doom allowed them in on purpose for his own mysterious reasons.
I wanted to style my castle after his 16th-century castle in both looks and as for the defences. I didn't have anything Doombots, but I should be able to get the dwarves to install come decent cannons and I could learn to cast my own wards.
"Aren't the dwarves all busy in the north?" asked Meera Reed.
Due to short winter, the dwarves that I'd brought to this world were already back at work modernising holdfasts, castles and keeps while also building their own homes, keeping them spread thin. It would be many years before any lord south of The Neck, other than myself, would be able to hire even a single dwarf, but I knew where there were more clans, and I had the means to hire to them. They'd be dammed expensive and the raw materials would cost me another fortune, but I needed a visible sign of my power if I was going to be the Prince of the Stepstones.
I'd have the appease the leader of the nearby Free Cities so that they wouldn't attack while I was having my defences built, but I had ways of handling that, a few exotic gifts would help to smooth things over with the foreign rulers. Gendry back at Dragonstone was still forging new weapons in local styles using metals from different worlds, and while my efforts to keep track of which lord got what weapon wasn't super successful, we should still have plenty of cool swords and such to use to butter up more allies.
"We've got a pirate ship making a run for it" Yara Greyjoy informed me.
The fact that she had a noticeable baby bump was not stopping the Queen of the Iron Islands from commanding her fleet, she wouldn't do any pillaging during this war, but aside from that, she'd be acting a proper Ironborn captain and directing the raids.
"If we let them escape we'll only have to hunt them down later," said one of the officers.
This couldn't be allowed because it was costing both myself and the empire a lot in the way of time, energy, resources and fighting men to make this invasion possible. The cost in of this invasion in just gold alone was staggering and paying for all of the needed supplies, weapons, soilders, sellswords and so on, had only been possible thanks to my ability to make gold from raw iron with Yara supplied in exchange for a cut of the profits.
As such if the pirates of the Stepstones were able to scatter I'd have to pay out, even more, to keep the Ironborn hunting them. Not to mention that the hedge knights I'd taken into my service and many of the sellswords weren't equipped or trained to fight at sea. The pirates might even organise enough to take back one of the islands and then I'd have to raise an army to retake it. At least the fire-worshippers with us were unlikely to complain if we had to fight more non-believers.
With those things in mind, I used a telescope I'd picked up from somewhere to get a good look at the deck of the fleeing pirate vessel, which was one of the dromonds that should have formed the royal navy back when the Lannisters were in charge. These were fast sailing vessels, and could indeed escape us, if not for the fact that I could teleport.
"Arya with me" I ordered.
With a crack of displayed air, we both appeared on the deck of the fleeing pirate vessel, and before anyone of the outlaws could react I burned the sails. Then the youngest of the two Lady Starks and I began to kill the crew while they tried to organise themselves, understandably having not expected two powerful enemies to simply appear.
For the invasion of Bloodstone I'd decided to wear my ornate Valyrian steel armour rather than the dragonbone plate armour due to the Valyrian stuff being very lightweight, something that could come in handy should I find myself at sea without a boat, and Dany had left me this set of armour while taking the rest for her Queensguard, after all, it was all hers by right of inheritance even if I owned the island and now that a new lock, one of a modern style, had been installed the vault and anything in it was all mine.
Lightbringer, the Valyriam steel sword I'd forged at The Wall, and had been blessed by the Red Lady, tasted the blood of the living for the first time as the criminal scum that made up the crew of this ship tried to kill me. They failed as lightning shot forth from my hand, stunning the cutthroats before I ended them with Lightbringer.
The captain of the ship looked much more healthy and much better dressed than the men who until very recently had served under him, but this mattered not to me as I shattered his crude steel sword as we duelled and then just when I was about to drive Lightbringer into his chest right were his black would be found I realised that I could use his life to bring forth the dragon within the egg that Dany was allowing to me hatch since she had enough trouble with her own. As such, I knocked the man out and then went to find something to tie him up with.
With the sails burnt it didn't take long for Yara's flagship to catch up to the pirate vessel, and when they did the Reaver-Queen of Pyke ordered her to crew to strip it of everything they could take before setting the ship ablaze. We did have enough sailors with us to capture a few ships, we had a whole fleet full of people, but since I'd used magical fire to burn the sails there was little point in trying to use this vessel for the invasion. There would other seagoing vessels for us to capture before long and we had islands to conquer.