Some time later the fighting finally stopped, but the girls were far from relaxed. They didn't know who had won and they had heard fighting in the corridor outside their cabin. The lack of reassurance from the two men posted there didn't raise their spirits.
Suddenly there was heavy knocking on their door and a male voice spoke in what sounded like Valyrian. "Obūljaria kesā. Aōha lōgor iksis īlvon. Tepgon īlva aōha egrossa iā ao morghūljagon." The girls looked at each other in confusion. Raya had only learnt a few phrases in Valyrian, things like "Greetings and welcome to the North", in other words only useless pleasantries. She only recognised kesā – you will – and lōgor – ship –which wasn't enough to understand what the man on the other side of the door actually wanted. At least she knew how to ask if the other spoke the common tongue.
"Quptenkos, umm what was it again… Ydras-something… Oh yes, Quptenkos Ēngoso ȳdrassis?"
The voice outside answered in broken words "Give up, ship ours. Give swords or dead." If faced with the same demand anywhere in Westeros they would've fought to their last breath, but they knew that in the middle of the Narrow Sea there was nowhere for them to run and the three of them had no chance against three ships' worth of pirates. Giving in to their demands had a higher chance of survival.
Raya motioned for the other girls to hand over their weapons, but keep the hair pins. The blades were handed through a crack in the door and the foreign man ordered them to unblock the door. Again, compliance made it more likely to survive so soon the trunks were removed and the door was opened by a tall silver-blonde man. He eyed the three of them and seemed to come to a decision before turning and calling for four other men, two of whom started going through their things and the remaining two and the first man took one girl each by the arms and dragged them up on deck.
Serena, still pale from sea sickness, became if possible even paler when they reached the deck and the pirate who restrained her seemed torn on whether he should keep away from her or not. Raya had seen her father deliver justice to many men, but even she was fully unprepared for the carnage now presented to them. There was blood everywhere and the girls could make out many faces of sailors they had been joking with for the last moon. The four surviving crewmembers were tied together by the mast, but at least three of them had injuries that may still deliver them to the gods. The fourth was unconscious but the steady rise and fall of his chest and the lack of any growing blood stains hopefully meant he was only knocked out.
Captain Medric lay by the door to the cabins, a sword still lodged in his chest. Little Will was crumpled in a heap by the mast, an arrow piercing his shoulder. It looked like he had died from a fall.
The blonde man tightened his grip on Raya and led the girls to another man with similar looks. "Lēkia, konīr ābri ilza." The elder-looking man replied with yet more Valyrian "Syz. Se lōgra Sothyros aerēbilzi tolī ābri jarlzi." He took Sarra by the jaw and twisted her head towards the light "Gevie. Jelmōñe pendan."
He motioned for one of the pirates still on their ship who disappeared for a minute and then came back and threw a leather bag to the one Raya assumed was in charge. His cruel smile when he put the leather shackles around their necks sent chills down her spine.
"Va jeva glaesoti arlie jiōran."
Pardon my Valyrian. I used an English-Valyrian translator and then used the to try and get the grammar somewhat decent. If you have any corrections and/or suggestions, tell me! I need help, this gave me a headache T^T
Next chapter won't actually have Valyrian written out I swear… Hopefully.
Approximate translations:
You will surrender. Your ship is ours. Give us your blades or you die
Do you speak the common tongue
Brother, there are women
Good, the ships to Sothyros needs more women.
Beautiful. Northern I think
Welcome to your new life