The Warg Lord (ASOIAF)(SI)

[drshree129]

Good, About time for Jon to let loose... Been waiting for this. Hope u do justice to the next chapter.

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thank for the chapter. Great story as always

 

[LazyWizard]

"Wolf's blood?" Robb asked in a bewildered tone and the massive shadow cat sitting by his side nodded in a humane manner. "You want me to find out about Wolf's blood?"


Robb and Jon were sitting beside the icy pool in the Godswood of Winterfell. Robb was there in person while Jon was there in the mind of Tiger his Shadow Cat.


Now, normally, a conversation between a human and an animal was a mentally exhausting endeavour at best times. And while the animal having a warg inside his head made it a tad bit easier... it was still not a walk in the godswood.

But with years of practice under their belt, Jon and Robb had managed to make this way of communication into something akin to an art... with Jon using Tiger's paws to write in the soil and Robb using his familiarity with his brother to understand what the ugly words crawled into the ground meant.


"That is correct," Jon wrote agonisingly slowly and in a short form that probably only Robb or Sansa could understand, "I want you to search in the library to find any of the old books that mention the Wolf's Blood. It doesn't matter if it just mentions a small incident or even as a joke, I need you to mark those books and those pages so that I can see them when I come back..."


"Did you forget how big our library is?" Robb asked with a raised eyebrow, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "How am I supposed to search through all of them while trying to look for just a few words... Especially since most of the old books are in Old Tongue which I am still not particularly good at."


"Oh, you don't need to read all the books. You can just start with all the personal accounts you can find in there like if any of our ancestors wrote a journal or if there is a Maester's diary in there..."


"But why... Did something happen out there?" he asked with a note of worry in his voice.


"No, nothing," Jon replied shaking his head, keeping silent about his upcoming adventures with the Pirates that he knew Robb wouldn't be too happy about, "Just curious about it... want to know where all those stories and legends about the so-called 'Wolf's Blood' originated from..."


"Fine," Robb said nodding with a slight frown on his face, "I will see when I can find the time..."


"Oh, you don't have to do it all on your own," Jon added after seeing the somewhat miserable look on his brother's face, "You can get some of the Acolytes to help you select the appropriate books and I am sure Sansa or Emily wouldn't mind helping out either once you mention that it's to help me..."


Even though they were just words scrawled on the ground, Robb could almost feel that Jon was standing in front of him with a smirk on his face, bragging about how he was the favourite sibling.


"That would indeed make things a lot easier for me..." Robb said with a hint of relief in his voice.


"That busy, huh?"


"Oh, You can't even imagine," Robb breathed out with an exhausted smile, "And not only me, Father, Maester Luwin, The Steward and even Mother, every single one of them are busy with work from dusk to dawn." he said before looking at Jon with a fake annoyed look, "And most of the work is kind of your fault,"


"What? What did I do?" Jon asked somehow making an indignant expression using the Shadow Cat's eyes.


"Have you been to Wintertown lately? Do you know how large it has gotten now? Do you know that the number of people that live there now, during the peak of Summer, is almost triple the amount of people that came down to live there during Winter? And not mention the amount of people that just pass through there daily..." Robb just shook his head with a sigh, "It is just mind-boggling..."


"Are you sure you are not exaggerating?" Jon asked with a hint of scepticism in his voice.


He had been quite busy in Essos for the past few months so he had kept both Frost and Tweety beside him and since neither his Shadow Cat nor his Kraken Inky was any good for wandering the streets of Wintertown, it indeed had been quite a while since he was able to scout how Winterfell or rather how North as a whole has been doing... but still, he didn't think it has been so long as to have as big a change as Robb insinuating.


"I am really not exaggerating here. In fact, even though not quite to the level of King Landing, I think our small town is well on its way to becoming a small city like White Harbour in a few decades if it goes on like this,"


"Now you are just making things up..."


"I am really not..." Robb said with a wry smile, "You wouldn't doubt me if you actually saw the number of smallfolk and Merchant who stand in line every single day in front of Winterfell to meet us to get permission to open a shop or build a house or do business or a dozen other thing... And not to mention the Lord's and the other vassals... Oh! How I hate the lot of them,"


"What? Why?" Jon asked with an amused look on his face, "What did they do?"


"Oh, they are just the worst." Robb said as he shook his head, "Every time one of them arrives at Winterfell gates, we just need to drop everything we are doing and meet them and then entertain them for the duration of their stay no matter how long (and it is quite long for some of them) and not to forget the feasts at night... Ah! I tell you, Jon, we would have already been bankrupted by the amount of small and big feasts we had to throw in their honour during the last year if we had not already gotten so much richer... And it would have been fine if it was just once or twice but the frequency of visits has just reached ridiculousness.... And there is no sign that it would stop anytime soon as all of them are dying to get a piece of the prosperity that had suddenly fallen into our hands..."


"But why? It can't be all just because of the factory and the new blacksmith street, can it?"


"Oh, no, no," Robb said as he immediately shook his head, "I mean, sure, they could have played some part in it but the most crucial reason for all this sudden fortune (which had even evaded all of us for a while) was our decision with... the roads,"


"What? But that doesn't seem right, we are not actually making new roads, are we? We are just repairing and improving the already laid Kingsroad to make travel faster around North." Jon asked with a confused look on his face, "If the roads were so pivotal then wouldn't North or Wintertown have already flourished far in the past when they were first laid down?"


"And you are right about that." Robb nodded his head with a small smile as he had asked the exact same question to Maester Luwin when he suggested that Roads were the main reason behind this Windfall, "The roads alone would have never been enough for all this to happen... if they hadn't had the help of the other changes that had been made in the North during the last five or so years..."


"Huh?"


"Let me explain. You know that even before, Wintertown or rather Winterfell was somewhat of a trade centre of the North right? Or at least they had that intention when our ancestors first laid down here but unfortunately, even after years and years, the town could never fulfil its potential as North was just too big and Winterfell was not very accessible to utilize its location from the other parts of the kingdom. But now... now it can finally do that."


"Ah..." The shadow cat abruptly got an enlightened expression in his eyes as if he finally understood what Robb was trying to explain.


"That's right Wintertown is finally a place that is the easiest for the people of the North to get to and trade." Robb nodded with a somewhat excited expression, "Even before all this, Winterfell was already somewhat well-connected with White Harbour and the East part of the North because of the river White Knife, and now... travel had only become easier due to the frequent ships running up and down to transport the Starkhorse shipments from our factories. And more importantly, due to the now far more practical roads, we are also much better connected to the western holdfasts, most significant of which are Bear Island and Deepwood Motte which are at the moment brimming with goods from the Westerlands and the Reach which they can now easily bring to Wintertown and ultimately transport to the rest of the kingdom... The North has gotten much smaller,"


"This is all so... unbelievable,"


"I know," Robb nodded his head, "Who would have thought that North would change so much... Trade is booming all over, and no one is going hungry as food prices have never been lower. In fact, a few days ago I even saw some merchants that came all the way from Riverlands to trade with us, which is just... beyond belief." Robb shook his head with a smile, "And to think that we are not even one-fourth of the way through with the roads,"


"... It seems that the golden age of the North has finally come,"


"You're right about that... And North is more than ready for it."


...


There were many big and small islands in the chain of rocky islands that make up the Stepstones. But only a few of them were famous and big enough for people other than pirates to know of their names.


The biggest and most famous one was of course Bloodstone Island having previously been a host for not only half a dozen petty Pirate kings but also the infamous, Daemon Targaryen, self-declared King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea, who lived here for a short time during the height of Targaryen power in Westeros.


And now this island came under the rule of the infamous Lysene pirate and sell-sail with the most number of ships in Stepstones, Salladhor Saan.


But the second most famous island was called Grey Gallows and that is where the Ravager Fleet has made their base over the last decade or so.


Even after so many years, the pirates still hadn't made any permanent homes here instead they just used the centuries-old broken-down castles and buildings scattered across the island as shelters because after all their 'jobs' as pirates meant that they spent far more time at sea than at land.


On the top floor of the centermost castle on that Island, the Advisor exited the meeting room with a tired and irritable expression on his face.


The meeting had been a completely useless one just like all the others that had been called for the last week.


Ever since they had arrived back at their base the Pirate King Ravager had begun the long gruelling process of recalling all of his pirates who were scattered across Essos.


It was foolish and wasteful to keep a large number of ships in a single place without them doing anything, so most of Ravager's subordinate pirates had been sprinkled all over Essos in different numbers and they were free to traverse the waters surrounding different free cities looting and killing rich Merchant ships whenever they wanted. And they only came back to the base every few months to share information or sell their loot... both living and non-living kind.


And as for the reasons he was now recalling all his forces, well, there were mainly two of them.


Firstly, to share a very small portion of the massive wealth that he had looted from the Merchants that the Braavosi ships were protecting, which was a must in his position if he wanted to continue using them as cannon fodder in the future.


Secondly, he wanted them present near him and to consolidate his fleet's strength so that in case Braavos was stupid enough to underestimate him and send a weak force as revenge then he could decide at the drop of a hat if it was profitable to stay and fight them off. And if Braavos' retaliation was more fierce than expected he could also make the quick decision of leaving this part of Essos for a while to sail in seas out of Braavos' influence such as the Slaver's Bay.


Because no matter how much he made fun of them in front of his pirates, his actions still showed that he was quite scared of their retaliation.


But this meeting hadn't been about that, no, this meeting had been about the loyal lackeys of Ravager who had been sent to Braavos for that— very important task.


But after sending a short letter two weeks ago that said that they had been successful in their task and had captured a man who could have the information about the whereabouts of Northern Wolf Captain, they had gone completely silent.


So the Ravager had called upon his most trusted and competent pirates to ask them what their opinions were on this situation and what they thought happened to those two.


Most of them decided to go for the ass-licking route and suggested that they were probably on their way back with good news and that the only reason they weren't able to send any letters was that they were on a ship which Ravager somewhat agreed with from the pleased look on his face.


But a few also suggested that maybe they had gotten captured by Braavos while they were on the Island and while the Captain didn't like that he agreed that it was a possibility so he declared that they would only wait for them for four more weeks before deciding on their next course of action.


One of them, a reckless drunk fool, had even dared to suggest while whispering that maybe they had already gotten that secret method of Sea travel from the Northerner but had gotten greedy and decided to keep it a secret for their own use or sell it to the highest bidder...


Obviously, that man didn't survive the meeting for even suggesting something as insulting as Ravager being weak enough to lose control over his own men...


But the Advisor's instincts were telling him something else... that those two were already dead.


After all, the man they were targeting was not a normal human... because if what he had felt back then was right then he may just be a...


"Ah! Advisor! Do you want to partake in some girls? We got some nice goods from those Braavosi Merchants, hehe..." As the former Volantis noble turned pirate was on his way back to his room he was blocked by an ugly pirate with a lewd look on his face. He was one of the smaller pirate captains with barely more than three ships under him.


The screams coming from the nearby room told him that the girls were obviously not very willing in the... partaking.


"No," The advisor replied with a cold expression on his face barely stopping in his path, "Now get your ugly mug out of my face," he continued while looking at the pirate as if he were a cockroach before shoving him aside and moving on.


"You—" The Captain's face flushed in humiliation but just as he was about to do something stupid in his drunkenness, his fellow pirate stopped him.


"Oi! Leave him alone," The man said holding his friend's shoulder back, "You know how much the captain treasures him... Don't you remember what happened to the last Captain who crossed him?"


A hint of fear appeared on his face at the mention of that incident... before he spat on the floor to save his dignity and went back to the room to vent.


Advisor didn't care for what the creatures who were worth less than trash were doing as he was already in the next corridor.


He wanted to get to his room as fast as he could so that he could take a rest... which raised a few questions as the windows he was passing by clearly showed that it was barely noon at the moment which meant that the night had only passed a few hours ago.


But the reason his body was craving so much sleep was very simple... he hadn't slept for more than a few hours over the whole last few weeks.


And the reason for that was the same man that was giving Ravager so many headaches... Jon Snow, The Captain of the Northern Wolf.


Ever since he learned that they were going to target that company only one thing kept revolving around his mind again and again... those dark grey eyes looking straight at him from an impossible distance through the other end of his far-eye...


The way they had lost their last battle against the Northern company had just been bizarre.


The rest of the pirates had thought that it was just a coincidence that their ships had suddenly lost their sails just as they were about to chase enemy ships... That there just happened to be a mad group of seagulls flying around waiting to tear through their sails...


Those stupid pirates were satisfied with that explanation and just decided to drink a few to forget about it.


But Advisor didn't forget... because he couldn't forget about it even if he wanted to.


After all, he wasn't like the others.


He knew things...


He had grown up in Volantis as the third son of one of the highest-ranking nobles before he was forced to become a pirate, so obviously he knew a lot more about magic than an average pirate...


He knew that magic was a real tangible thing...


He had seen a few different forms of magic being performed in front of his very own eyes... he knew what it could be used for, he knew the things it could do...


He knew that it wasn't gone from the world like everyone else believed... instead it was just weakened, in hiding, waiting for a chance to come out...


And he knew that what he saw that day... was magic.


Of course, he had kept this discovery of his to himself, because why would he tell them... why would he try and save those worthless trash from the wrath of a being who was much more than a man...


Because even after so long, he didn't forget that he was just a prisoner and not a real pirate...


So he did not care whether they lived or died... the only thing he cared about was him and his son, his blood... The one person he wouldn't let be killed even if the enemy knew magic...


But on the other hand, if he could somehow use this to his advantage... then maybe...


"Wait! What if..." The Advisor abruptly stopped in the middle of the corridor as his eyes widened in sudden enlightenment and then without waiting a single moment he suddenly turned back and began moving away from his room towards the lower parts of the castle.


He passed by room after room as he went deeper into the castle before finally ten minutes later he stood outside a small blackened room at the very end of the corridor.


"Are you in here?" he asked while knocking on the door.


There was mad scrambling and loud clattering from the other side for a few moments before a sixty-year-old man wearing a blacksmith apron opened the door with a surprised expression on his face, "Ah! Ser Advisor! What can I do for you? Do you need your weapon repaired?"


The advisor didn't care about the man calling him a Ser as he knew that it was something ingrained in his blood as a former smallfolk to call all the people higher than them Ser.


"You're from Westeros right?"


"Eh? Ah! Y-Yes I am— I mean, I was. I lived there in Riverlands for about twenty years before I left for Essos to run away from a petty crime and then felt that it was much easier to make money here as a pirate than anything else, hehe..."


"So you must know about the place called North..."


"Huh? Um, yes, I do know a few things from here and there but not much... because even though we were the closest Kingdom to North, people rarely ever travel out from there," The part-time Blacksmith replied while scratching his head, "Ah! But I had an old man from the North who lived in my village so even though I have never been there I do know a bit..."


"Then do you know about their legends, their folk stories, their myths..." The Advisor asked with a serious look on his face, "Things from their history that people believe are just made up to scare children..."


"Huh? Do you mean like Snarks and Grumpkins... or do you mean legends like Bran the Builder..."


"Everything!" he whispered as his eyes narrowed in intense focus, "I want you to tell me everything..."


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[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

"Huh? Do you mean like Snarks and Grumpkins... or do you mean legends like Bran the Builder..."


"Everything!" he whispered as his eyes narrowed in intense focus, "I want you to tell me everything..."

Click to shrink...

Well that's gonna take some time cuz that would be like asking a church friar about Norse mythology just to find out about runes which are a subtle part of the legends, even in Odin's story.

 

[ATP]

Well that's gonna take some time cuz that would be like asking a church friar about Norse mythology just to find out about runes which are a subtle part of the legends, even in Odin's story.

Click to shrink...

Agree.Dude could not knew much,except that wargs exist.But - it should be enough for advisor.

 

[LazyWizard]

It was the hour of the wolf, the darkest time of the night just before the first rays of the Sun washed away the darkness.

In a medieval world like Planetos, the night represented the unknown, the terrifying, the time when even the bravest of knights were hesitant to go outside and this fear of the unknown was magnified a hundred times out on the open ocean.

Or at least it should be... for normal people...

Fifteen huge but sleek ships unhesitatingly cut through the vast turbulent ocean water during the hour of the wolf as if uncaring of the boundless darkness surrounding them.

All the ships were moving in a bird-like formation with adequate distance between them. The ships all had some kind of lamps on them spreading the light but the foremost ship, also the largest one, was leading the way using five massive torches that didn't go out no matter how fierce the wind got.

In a cabin inside the leading ship, sat a middle-aged man with black lustrous hair, a sharp nose, and black viper eyes. His face was set in a permanent gloomy expression as he sat on his bed contemplating some things while sharpening the tip of a spear in his hand, meticulously.

A sharp knock on the door broke the man out of his concentration and he looked up as a voice called from outside, "Father, are you awake?"

"Yes, come in," Oberyn replied while placing the spear vertically against the wall beside his bed.

The door to the room opened and in came Obara, Oberyn's oldest, looking much more like a woman now than during their time with the Company of Cats. Her hair had grown up to shoulder length and she had also stopped binding to her chest to hide her gender now as she had decided that they were in 'safe' company... for now.

"You're up early today," Oberyn asked with a raised eyebrow, "Something happened?" The Dornish man knew from the view outside his small window that there should still be about an hour before the sun rose on the horizon.

"We have reached, father," Obara replied in a peculiar tone.

"Hmm? Reached where?" Oberyn asked distractedly while putting on his leather armour that he never left his room without.

"The shore," Obara clarified while still looking at her father with a strange look as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "We have reached the shore of Disputed Lands near Tyrosh where we were supposed to pick up the Company of the Rose..."

Oberyn's fingers which were in the midst of tying the knots on his armour froze for a few moments before he looked up at Obara with an amused smile, "Did that sellsword put you up to this? I know that we had a bet but still... he didn't have to be so desperate," he shook his head while finishing his getup, "How could we have reached Tyrosh so soon when it's barely been a week since we left Braavos... we should have barely crossed Pentos by now..."

"Just... come out and see for yourself," Obara interrupted with a look of sympathy on her face before she left his cabin.

Oberyn wryly smiled at his daughter's impatience but followed after her nonetheless.

After closing the door to his room he walked a dozen steps down the hallway before he reached the stairs and climbed them to reach the deck only to find more than a dozen sailors going to and fro all over the place doing... sailor things.

He wasn't too surprised to see this flurry of activities so early in the morning as he had learned over the past week that he had travelled with this Northern Wolf company that all the ships in it had sailors working in shifts which meant that sailors would be toiling over sails even during the darkest part of the night when not a single thing would remain visible in the surroundings... except of course, that bright torches on the uppermost portion of the ship acting like a lighthouse.

He had obviously been very curious about how it was possible for these ships to not only navigate the open sea during the night but also to do it without hugging the shore.

In fact, Oberyn hadn't seen any sign of land since they had left the city of Braavos and it would have been quite concerning if it weren't for the nonchalant way that all the crew behaved around him as if they hadn't even contemplated the notion that they could get lost on the ocean.

But sadly even after he set aside his pride and 'nonchalantly' asked Jon about his secrets his curiosity didn't get sated as the boy just smiled at him and pointed towards the sky in answer.

Oberyn had taken a while but had eventually managed to gather that the boy was maybe pointing towards the possibility of using the position of the sun and the moon in the sky to navigate... or at least that was the most prevalent theory amongst the sailors whom he had befriended during this time.

Shaking his head and deciding to forget about it for now, Oberyn walked past all the sailors to reach the edge of the ship where he found Obara waiting for him along with Gared, the leader of Company of the Rose.

"Haha, you finally came Viper," the massive man immediately guffawed after seeing Oberyn's face, "I thought you would stay hiding in your room from the shame of losing the bet."

"Lose the bet?" Oberyn snorted with an amused look on his face, "Are you perhaps still drunk from last night? Because I am not sure if you correctly remember how many days had passed since we left the shore so unless you mean to tell me that we traversed all the way from Braavos to Tyrosh in under a week... how exactly did I lose that bet..."

"Hehe, I mean to tell you exactly that..." he said before turning and pointing towards the distance with a shit-eating grin, "Look there! We've indeed reached the shore of Tyrosh,"

"I... can't see shit," Oberyn replied with a deadpan expression on his face while squinting and trying but unable to see more than a few meters ahead of him even though the darkness had begun to lighten up a little as the sunrise wasn't too far away.

"Ah! Apologies," Gared murmured as he rummaged through his vest before taking out a far-eye, "Here,"

Oberyn looked at Gared with a curious look on his face wondering how far the man was going to take his prank but he took the far-eye from his hand nonetheless. He raised the contraption and put it on his right eye before peering into the distance.

For the first few seconds he couldn't see anything but then abruptly out of nowhere, he began to see faint small dots of lights in the distance.

As he narrowed his eyes further, he finally caught sight of the shore in the distance occupied by what looked like tents upon tents of a sellswords company with hundreds of men hurriedly running everywhere and haphazardly moving things around as if they had just been given the order to pack up.

The scene left Oberyn mute for a few seconds before he managed to ask, "Are you sure they are the Company of Rose? Maybe we accidentally found some other group..."

"Yes, Yes, I am sure what my own company looks like," Gared replied while rolling his eyes.

"But... how exactly is this possible," Oberyn asked after finally taking the far eye off his face with a frown on his face, "I know that we were sailing day and night and we didn't take any breaks but still... it is too absurd to clear the distance between Braavos and Tyrosh in just six days." It was too much for the Dornish man to even fathom all the implications... of what one could achieve with speed such as this on their hands.

"As I told you before, my friend, I don't know and I don't care to know," Gared shrugged with an unconcerned look on his face, "I don't question too much and just believe in the boy when he tells me shit with that look of conviction on his face... and I haven't been led wrong with it yet."

When Jon had told them that they would only take about a week or so to reach their destination from Braavos, Oberyn had of course taken it as a joke and laughed it off, but Gared hadn't. The sellsword Commander believed in the Northerner boy completely and after seeing the disbelief in the Westerosi noble he had gleefully proposed a bet with him... a bet that Oberyn lost.

'Just how many more shocks is this boy going to give me,' Oberyn mused while placing 10 gold dragons in the eagerly waiting palm of the sellsword.

A few hours later, they reached the shore with the morning sun brightening up the sky, but since Jon had told Bran, Gared's son, to lead the company to the nearest coast he could find, there wasn't a proper dock here, so all their ships were anchored in the distance in the shallow waters and were not sending small rowing boats turn by turn to pick up sellswords to take them back to the ships half a dozen at a time.

Jon, Gared and Oberyn were standing underneath a tall coconut tree on the shore some distance away watching the ships slowly get loaded up with the warriors.

"So how far are we from Stepstones from here?" Gared suddenly asked curiously.

"Hmm... about five days if we take it slow and don't move during the night," Jon answered with a shrug, "That should give all of my sailors as well as your sellswords enough time to rest and prepare for the upcoming battle,"

"Ah! That's good then and it will probably also give some of the young ones who haven't been on a ship before, some time to assimilate to the sea..." Gared murmured with a nod.

They fell silent for a while after that before Oberyn finally asked the question that had been bothering him all this while, "So how are we actually going to do this? What is your attack plan? Are we going to take them down one by one? Employ hit-and-run tactics or what?"

"Hmm, Guerilla tactics are fine and good... but only if we wanted to defeat them ship by ship but my plan is much simpler," Jon replied in a calm voice, "We attack their base at night when they are all gathered together on the island... take them off guard with our full might when they least expect it and then... annihilate every last one of them."

"...That's it?" Oberyn asked back with an incredulous look on his face, "That's your whole plan,"

"Yes. That is right," Jon nodded with an interested expression on his face, "Why? Do you think it won't work?"

"You do know that you're about to fight the Ravager fleet, right?" Oberyn asked, somewhat confused with the nonchalant way the boy was taking all this, "The fleet of the notorious pirate king who has been hunting in these waters for the last decade or so. He probably has more than 100 ships under him not to mention the number of pirates... there must be something like 3000 to 4000 pirates waiting for us on that island ready to defend him." he said with a raised eyebrow, "How exactly do you expect us to defeat them with just these 15 ships, five hundred sellswords and what 150 of your own sailors? We will be completely and utterly destroyed if we meet them in a battle and that is a fact." He had expected that the boy had some kind of intricate plan, like the one he had used to bring down the Company of Cats, but this...

"First of all, they don't have 100 but 70 ships in that fleet," Jon replied in an unperturbed tone, "And secondly, I know exactly where that man is, where all his pirates are, what he is doing at the moment so he is just like sitting duck to me... and if we are done with him, the rest of his pirates will be just like headless chickens waiting to be slaughtered..."

"You make it sound so simple," Oberyn said with an exasperated sigh, "Even if the information you have is correct they still have about five times the number of ships that we have, and that Ravager is not some small-time crook who will run away at the sign of a fight... Last I heard about him, he even had the guts to loot from Braavos and do you know what they did about it? They placed a bounty on him of about 100,000 gold dragons, because they knew that even they wouldn't be able to easily catch someone like him with all his ships if he decides to fight or retreat..."

"And everything you are saying is correct... but once again these things only matter if we are going to go against them head to head in sea warfare which we are not... so the number of ships they have wouldn't matter," Jon said before a mysterious smile appeared on his face, "Besides I have a secret weapon under me which is going to make things a lot easier for us..."

"What?! What weapon?"

"Now for that... you will just have to wait and see," Jon replied with a playful smile, "After all, isn't that what you're here for," Jon said before leaving towards the boats which were just about finished with delivering the last group of sellswords.

Jon, of course, knew why the man was so frustrated, after all, anyone in his situation would have been if they didn't have the whole information that Jon had. But it wasn't like he could tell him all of the juicy secrets...

Besides, even if he could, Jon wouldn't want to because as they say the lower the expectation the higher the shock value and the more impact it would leave on him when things go out of his expectation...

Oberyn had an irritated look on his face as he watched the boy walk away arrogantly(in his opinion).

He was unsure if he should believe in the Northerner and take this huge risk or if...

"What about you? You don't have a problem with this?" He asked turning to the one man who was taking a much bigger risk than him with the existence of his company depending on it.

"Hey, I told you before, didn't I? I just believe in him and don't think too much about it..." Gared shrugged nonchalantly.

After all, the company commander had already seen the boy accomplish quite a few unbelievable things since the day he had met him, so he had faith in him...

"But if you are really not sure then how about another bet, huh?" Gared asked with a cunning smile, "I could always use some more gold, Haha,"

"You incorrigible?" Oberyn shook his head with a helpless smile, "Let's just go before they decide to leave us here,"

What Oberyn didn't know was that if he had asked Jon this exact question about his plans just a few days ago, then his answer would have been a lot similar to his own suggestion and something along the lines of hit-and-run. But thanks to something that happened three nights ago... his plan changed completely, as he got the surprising 'secret weapon' out of nowhere... as if the old gods were sending him their gift.

...

Three Days ago...

"Chii! Chii! Chii!" came a cute squeaking squeak from somewhere below her but Ice Pheonix ignored it just like she always did and kept on leisurely riding along the wind, "ChiiI!"

'Come now, Frost. Don't go so fast... you know that Tweety can't handle the cold like you." came the familiar soothing voice inside her head making Frost roll her eyes and huff in annoyance but slowing down her speed nonetheless so that tiny stupid bird hiding between her chest feathers and taking a free ride, didn't just freeze to death (not that, that would too much of a loss)

Frost preferred to fly far above the normal atmosphere where the air was cold and thin, with the freezing wind, helping instead of hindering her, making her almost twice as fast. But sometimes the pleasing cold winds could become somewhat life-threatening for her passenger.

'...I think we should be reaching the island just about now,' Jon said while ignoring his oldest wargs murderous thoughts about the younger one, 'You can lower yourself now, Frost,'

Jon saw through his blue eagle's eyes as they sped through cloud after cloud before they were finally low enough that the air started warming up and he began to see a tiny island located directly in the ocean below them.

As Frost slowed down, the island got magnified in her eyes and Jon was able to make out dozens of smoke plumes rising in the air from campfires scattered all over the island making it quite clear that the pirates were not staying in a single place together.

'I think this is far enough, Frost,' Jon said when they were just a few hundred meters away from the island, 'It's your job from here on, Tweety,'

"Chii!!" squeaked the tiny colourful bird as she exited the fluffy home she had made inside Frost's chest and after flapping vigorously a few times to thaw her cold feathers she took off after a final salute to her ride and flickered down towards the island as Jon shifted his focus from the bigger bird to the smaller one.

The position of the sun in the sky showed it was about 6 pm at the moment and since it was summer and it was an island, it meant that there were still a few hours of light left, but the pirates down there seemed to have already begun their dinner preparation.

Jon spent an hour wandering the island in Tweety's body, he scouted all the different parts, observing all the various groupings of the pirates, taking note of where the leaders were, what they were cooking, how many times the ships were patrolling the nearby waters, which group was bigger and which was smaller, on the which side of the island the concentration of the pirates was bigger and which side had fewer pirates... he noticed everything.

And, of course, it wasn't his first time doing this. In fact, Jon had been here constantly every other day for the past week and a half and in that time he had taken note of all the changes that were happening on this island and that led him to conclude one thing...

'It wouldn't be poison all of them at the same time...'

Not only were all the camps randomly scattered, but all of them also bought their own rations and everyone also ate at different times so even if he managed to poison a few groups, it would still mean that they would easily raise a ruckus and manage to alert the other groups before Jon's company could have any kind of significant advantage... so it would make poison not as potent of a weapon here. And while it wasn't devastating information, it would still become an obstacle to his plans.

Tweety circled for the last time and then took off towards the run-down castle in the centre to work on the next part of scouting.

He started from the top, from the room of the pirate Captain Ravager, and then worked down the ladder towards the other main captains.

Jon had already gotten most of the useful information about the fleet so he was mainly here to see if he could get lucky and eavesdrop on some important information or get a handle on some kind of weakness that could make the upcoming fight easier on the sellswords but alas... he hadn't had any luck yet.

Jon stayed outside the window of the pirate captain for a very short few seconds before leaving, not because he wasn't in there or anything but because if he saw that bastard's face for too long then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from poisoning that bastard right there and be done with all this.

But death by poison was too good... far too merciful for that bastard... just remembering the things that the young lad Gill had to go through because of this bastard sent Jon's blood boiling...

Anyway, he slowly went from one room to the other to see what the other smaller captains under him were doing, and who they were talking with, who had how many ships under them. And thankfully, it wasn't too much of a hassle as most of the higher-level captains were all living in the castle as they were too pompous to stay with the other low-level pirates.

On the way, he of course came across many pirates performing all kinds of unthinkable acts of atrocities that made him sick to the stomach but this only made his resolve, to butcher these bastards, stronger.

The last room on his list was that of a man named Advisor, and he wasn't the last because he was the least important, no he was the last because Jon felt that he was the one person on this shithole of an island that he wouldn't mind letting go alive as at least he behaved like a human unlike. In fact, Jon once even saw him save an underage girl from a life of misery by taking her under his care.

So even though he had only briefly noticed him during his scouting, he felt that he was better than the others.

'Huh? Where is he?' Tweety tilted her head while standing on the windowsill of an empty room.

The room was a mid-sized one with an empty bed, a chair, and a desk in the middle with some books on it, but there was no sign of any man in there.

'Hmm, that is weird, he would usually be here at this time, and why is his door locked from the inside—Wait! Tweety, No!! What are you doing?' The little bird squeaked excitedly as she zoomed straight for the table on which lay a plate filled with berries of all kinds, the colourful kind that just happened to be the tiny bird's version of a feast.

Jon usually never took full control of his wargs as that was not only cruel to his friend's minds but also inefficient in the long run. Instead, he kept a very tiny hint of control on them just to share their senses and made most of them work through communicating his desires with them, and while it worked perfectly most of the time, on a few occasions like this one when their emotions were heightened, they did things... out of his control.

'Ah! You stupid birdbrain! Why are you always so impatient,' Jon's exasperated voice echoed inside the tiny critter's brain but the bird just ignored him and kept her focus entirely on merrily sucking the juices out of the succulent berries, 'Ugh! It's not like I don't feed you enough—Swish!"

The bird's head was abruptly and forcefully turned around towards the wooden window she had come through only to see it be slammed close by the hand of the very man Jon had been here to scout.

"You can't imagine how long I had to hide in that awkward position to meet you," the man named Advisor murmured with an exhausted but pleased look on his face as he stepped out of the shadows of the window he had been hiding in.

'It was a trap,' Jon growled in his thoughts but didn't panic too much as he had a backup prepared for cases just like this and he knew that as long Tweety managed to stall for a few seconds then everything would be alright... and considering the bird's speed that shouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Oh! You don't need to worry too much," The man said with a smile while taking slow measured steps towards the chair beside the bed as if trying not to scare off the bird intently looking towards him, "I don't have any bad intentions as I only closed the window because I was afraid of you taking off and I wanted to have a chance to talk to you... to make a deal with you."

If a bird could make a stunned expression then that would be what Tweety's face would look like at that moment.

The man had a nervous but relatively confident expression on his face while talking to Tweety making Jon almost certain that he wasn't just insane but actually knew that Jon was inside the warg... which should have been almost impossible for him to know. So Jon was quite curious...

'Frost! Wait out for a while. I want to see where this leads,' Jon sent the words to stop his backup, who was on her way to smash through the windows to rescue him, before turning towards the Advisor.

"Are you Jon Snow?" the man asked after a few seconds of silence when he saw the bird not fleeing away but instead standing there calmly looking at him with an absurdly humane expression on her face, which finally dispelled the last of his doubts that there really was something supernatural involved here and he wasn't just being a paranoid idiot, "I am only asking because I am not sure if you yourself are the legendary Skinchanger I heard about or if you have one under you—Ah! So you are Jon Snow," The man exclaimed when the bird bobbed her head in answer, "Then that should make it easier,"

Jon was mighty interested to know how this man on the other side of the world managed to find out that he was a warg when he shouldn't even know what a warg was, plus he was also quite interested in what the deal he was talking about was. Besides if at any point he didn't like what the man was talking about then... well, there were always ways to deal with it.

"It isn't the first time I've noticed you, um, your bird, in fact, I have known that you have been scouting the island for quite a while, Ah, but don't worry too much, I only found out about you because I was actually looking for you. I don't think anyone else suspects anything," The man said waving his hands, "Anyway, It was very obvious from all that scouting, that you... are about to launch an attack on this island... on our fleet,"

Jon was quite surprised at how nonchalant the man was about being attacked as if he was talking about someone else's problem. And that only made him more nosy so he decided to go all the way and nodded his head to confirm that he indeed was going to launch the attack.

"Oh, That's good then," an almost relieved smile appeared on the man's face before he adopted a serious expression, "I am sure a man with your... powers should not have too much of a hard time dealing with our fleet but If I assure you that if you have my help... then the battle would become even simpler for you,"

Jon didn't reply and just stood waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the other end of the deal and sure enough the man wanted...

"And in return, I ask you for one thing and one thing only... to save my Son," he pleaded with a desperate expression on his face.

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[ATP]

Well,he would win anyway,but any help is precious.
And - if they have 15 ships with 1500 sellswords,then it is enough for pirates during land battle.They almost never used armour,which against even medium armored enemies mean massacre.
I read about joanites in half armours fighting turks without armour - it was massacre.


Another thing - there must be at lest 400 sailors on 15 ships,not 150.

Aside from that - great chapter.

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

"And in return, I ask you for one thing and one thing only... to save my Son," he pleaded with a desperate expression on his face.

Click to shrink...

And here comes the plot twist.

 

[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter.

 

[theMerryMonarch]

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"Likewise, Lord Benjen." Catelyn smiled a little, benjen reminding her of her little brother back home, and did a little curtsy while awkwardly holding the toddler in her hands.

Click to shrink...

Bro, do you KNOW what a toddler is? Robb and Jon are NOT toddlers. They don't walk aka toddle around. Why do you keep using that word????

 

[LazyWizard]

If you looked down from the sky, the small island of Grey Gallows partially resembled a banana, a very crooked and hexagonal-shaped one, but still a banana, wider in the middle and thinner at the edges.

According to Jon's rough calculation, a total of three thousand-something pirates were residing on this island at the moment, and that's of course not counting the number of slaves, prostitutes, blacksmiths and other workers most of who resided near the castle. But since only the ones counted as pirates were useful in a fight, the rest didn't matter much at the moment.

Now, around half of these pirates came directly under the command of Pirate King Ravager and were exclusively part of his fleet but the rest came from various big and small pirate fleets and usually hunted in other areas on their own but they still owed their allegiance to Ravager and came to him when he ordered, just like now.

The concentration of the population of pirates on this island somewhat mirrored its geographical shape, with most of the men under Ravager's direct command being densely situated in the middle. They were divided into two equal settlements, of about 700 men each, and stayed in settlements on either side of the big castle in the middle, where Ravager himself lived along with most of the smaller pirate captains.

The rest of the fifteen hundred pirates who were mostly part of big and small independent pirate fleets were roughly divided into four parts and were situated along the four diagonal shores of the island some distance away from the middle.

The only two ports in this place were situated near the two big settlements in the middle on both sides of the island. They were just shoddy docks made using the island's natural rock formation, but they were still big enough to house all the pirate ships belonging to the Ravager fleet.

The seventy-something ships were also divided almost equally between the two ports and while during the day they may go here and there, during the night almost all of them stayed at the docks, except for five randomly selected special ships.

These five ships instead of sleeping during the night like the others, would be given the task of patrolling the nearby waters by Ravager, you know, just in case any of the other pirates staying on the nearby islands got any funny ideas.

That was all the piece of information that Jon had shared amongst all the important leaders of the company and all the ones who were going to lead the night's operation.

It would be obvious to anyone that the very first obstacle to their attack plan would be the five patrolling ships circling the island from a distance.

Oberyn had initially assumed that it would be a very hard job and that they would need to be incredibly lucky to even be able to take out all of these ships without letting them alert the pirates on the island... but the reality of things had been much... much different.

A single ship... that is all Jon had needed...

He dealt with all the patrolling ships with a single fucking ship... and Oberyn was still reeling with the shock of comprehending it all, and if he hadn't been given the chance to be on that very ship and hadn't seen it all with his own eyes, he wouldn't have ever believed it no matter who told him about it...

From stealthily approaching the enemy ship during the night using the faint glow of torches provided by the enemies themselves with no light on their own ships, to Jon then taking out the few awake look-outs silently by somehow managing to shoot all his arrows perfectly in complete darkness.

To then, sending their warriors abroad on enemy ships using small silent row boats and then killing every single living person abroad with just a handful of muffled screams getting out, which fortunately got easily drowned by the wind and the waves of the ocean... it was all quite surreal.

And then without stopping, they went to the next ship... and then the next... and like clockwork they took care of one patrolling ship after the other until just an hour later the patrolling ships were no more than ghost vessels sailing in the sea aimlessly with the people on the island none the wiser.

Oberyn had so so many questions about what he had witnessed... How could someone see well enough in the darkness to shoot arrows? How could anyone even know where each ship exactly was, especially during the night? How could someone even get such detailed information about a pirate fleet in such a short time? How... How... How...

His mind was filled with so many how's that it was disorienting, but sadly for him, it didn't seem like he would be getting answers any time soon as soon after dealing with the patrols, their ships had been split up into two groups to begin the next part of the attack.

But if there was one thing Oberyn had concluded with surety after all this time with the Northern Wolf Company, then it was that the boy was... special, maybe even more than his ancestors.

This meant that all the things he had promised Oberyn back at camp, didn't seem so far-fetched anymore...

...

Jon had a total of 700 men participate in this operation, which may not seem like a lot but in actuality were a huge number of people for what constitutes a private army of a Noble Bastard.

These men included the 500 sellswords from the Company of Rose and an additional 200 sailors from his own company.

Sadly only half of those two hundred were good in a land battle as they were mainly trained to be sailors proficient in operating a ship and they were far too valuable to just be used to add numbers so Jon just left them abroad the ships to keep them 'running', in case they required a quick get-away(not that he believed that it would be needed).

So in total Jon had about 600 warriors under him and he planned to make use of each and every one of them. And unlike others in this world, he wouldn't be using them to brute force through his enemies, no he would use them like a precise scalpel that would cut through their enemies like a hot knife through butter.

The first thing he did was divide all the warriors into two equal groups each carried by about 8 ships.

One group would be mainly led by him along with some help from others, while the other group would be led by Gared, the Rose commander, and Oberyn, a man who probably knew more about leading men than anyone else here.

The attack plan Jon had come up with had a total of three phases.

The first phase was called trimming the edges. It involved the two groups silently and simultaneously attacking the pirate settlements on the upper left and the lower left side of the island. They would stealthily move through the island from left to right while taking care of all the pirates along the way until they reached the other edge, and that is when the next phase would begin.

For now, the first phase had begun smoothly with warriors sneaking up to the shores of the upper left side of the island in tiny row boats which deposited them in the shallow water and then went back to pick up the others.

Even from their position at the beach, the warriors could easily see the numerous small pirate settlements in the distance because of the numerous campfires but none of them made any move to attack them instead they just spread out in a defensive position on the shore while waiting for the rest of their fellows to finish landing.

It took about half an hour before the last of the ship had emptied their warriors and, finally Jon had the whole of his attack force gathered on the island consisting of a total of 355 warriors in front of him carrying all sorts of swords, spears, axes, and bows.

There were a total of six settlements of pirates near this side of the island, three within just a five-minute walk from the shore while the other three would take them about fifteen minutes to reach.

Each campsite had roughly about 100-something pirates sleeping in them so Jon also decided to divide his forces into three equal parts.

One would be commanded by him, one by young Bran(Commander Gared's son) and the last one by a 50-year-old sellsword who Gared had boasted as one of the best leaders that his company could offer.

While there wouldn't be any problems leading their units to attack the nearest campsites since they were visible even from here, the same couldn't be said about the other sites as even the pirates of this island would be hard-pressed to find their way in this darkness, thankfully Jon had a solution prepared for precisely a situation like this.

He gave both Bran and the older sellswords a thick piece of paper on which were lines drawn and instructions written as to where all the pirate campsites were located as well as how many pirates each one had and a few other useful information. The crude map was so detailed that as long as they followed them, it would be impossible for them to get lost and even if they did, they could easily find their way back using it.

After one final check and a parting nod, all three groups set off at the same time towards their targets.

Within ten minutes faint sounds of slashing and stabbing rang out into the night but what was uncanny was not a single scream escaped the massacre, as if all the pirates were in such deep sleep they didn't realise they were being attacked before they died, and the only thing signifying the death of so many was just the faint smell of blood in the air that dissipated not long after when a breeze happened to pass through the camp.

The main reason for such easy success was that the sellswords not only had almost double the numbers as their victims but they also found out that almost all the pirates they had fallen upon were fully drunk with bottles upon bottles of alcohol nearby as if they had a huge party the previous evening and this made their work more a butcher's job than a fighter's.

But they did their duty nonetheless, with grim determination and just fifteen minutes later all the groups were done with their first targets and then they set off towards the next one after just a short break.

This night was going to be a very long and bloody affair... at least for the pirates.

...

"Blrgh!" The drunk asleep pirate gurgled as Oberyn pulled his spear out of his throat but that was the last sound the pirate was able to make as he left this world with his eyes wide open in confusion and anger.

Oberyn looked up to find that almost all the rest were also done with their targets, in fact, half of their group were just standing idly by as this camp they had attacked only had forty-something members in it, not nearly enough for everyone to get a shot.

They had been deposited on the shores by ships led by Merchant Sam about an hour ago and this was the third group on their list of targets, and so far every single kill had gone smoothly, so smoothly in fact, that it didn't even feel like they were killing humans and not just crushing some ants.

"Does any of you need a break?" Oberyn asked in a low voice, just for the sake of it and just like he expected all of them shook their head.

He was quite sure that the slow measured walk up to this camp had burned more of their calories than this short culling had and besides they were all experienced sellswords and not amateurs who would begin breathing heavily at the sight of blood, "Let us move on then."

Oberyn led his team of warriors through a slim well-trodden path laid between thin cover of tall tropical trees. He had a small piece of paper in his hands that he was frequently checking under the light of the torch that a young sellsword was carrying and was using it to navigate their path.

'A left from here and then we come up to a clearing,' he mumbled to himself before putting the paper back in his vest and then gesturing to the men behind him to get ready while raising his own spear.

They then slowly moved towards the aforementioned clearing where they were supposed to find their next target, a medium settlement of about 60 pirates, but when they came out they found that all of them were already dead, with their killers standing over their bodies looking at Oberyn's group with wide smiles.

"Haha! You finally came, Viper. I was getting worried for a while there," Gared guffawed in a low voice, but even that was too loud for the stealth operation in Oberyn's opinion but since all the nearby pirates were already dead, it didn't matter too much.

"I thought we were the ones who were supposed to take care of this camp," Oberyn asked with a raised eyebrow as he came to stand in front of the Rose commander.

"Ah! Well, you were just taking too damn long and since we were done with our part, I thought... why not give you a helping hand," he said with a very smug grin on his face as if bragging that he had gotten more kills than Oberyn making the Dornishman roll his eyes at the childishness.

The reason the sellsword commander was faster than him was quite easy for Oberyn to guess.

He just knew for sure that unlike him, Gared must have rushed from one camp to the next completely trusting in the instructions on the map with no hesitation or precautions, which the Dornishman just couldn't do no matter how much he had begun to believe in Jon's abilities and his claim of this information being ironclad. This meant that Oberyn had taken the cautious approach causing him to be a bit slower as he believed in his experience that there was no information in this world that was 100 per cent accurate(and just because he was wrong this time doesn't mean anything,).

"Fine. Thank you for your help, then," Oberyn replied with a wry smile on his face before shaking his head, "Then shall we move on to the next part or do you need to rest..." Since they had already taken care of all the seven campsites on this part of the island, they would now have to move through the trees to the opposite shore for the next portion of the mission.

"Of course not, as I said I was just waiting for you so we are ready." Gared nodded and then immediately began leading the way out of the clearing with the men following after him without hesitation, "Let us hurry a bit from now on. After all, we don't want to be late for when the real party starts do we?" he asked the viper with a smirk who also nodded back with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Normally, one would assume that walking through a forest on a pirate-infested island in the middle of the ocean would be a very stressful affair but somehow it just wasn't...

The night had a very peaceful feel to it, the moon was shining brightly in the sky, the trees around here were sparse enough that it wasn't so dark, and since there were no dense shrubs they didn't have to struggle too much to walk, so, all in all, if you discount all the dead bodies they were leaving in their wake, this could almost be considered as taking serene night stroll.

They reached their destination, marked crudely on the map, about half an hour later, and at that point, they split up once again to continue on to their respective target camps.

On Oberyn's side, everything initially had gone as smoothly as before, he and his team carefully sneaked up on their first camp on this side and after assigning every sleeping pirate to a warrior, they had all struck at the same time... easily sending the drunk asleep pirates to their death.

The second pirate camp had also gone the same way but when they were about to attack the third camp... an accident occurred.

Maybe, it occurred because they were unlucky, or maybe they had just been incredibly lucky so far and now their luck ran through... but for whatever reason, on the third campsite, a pirate just coincidently happened to get the urge to pee at that exact moment and happened to catch sight of them sneaking up on the camp, and after a brief moment of shock, the now completely awake pirate began screaming his lungs out, "ATTACK!!! We're being attacked!! Wake up, You FUCKERS!!!"

"Ah! Shit!" Oberyn cursed, having grown a bit complacent after the continuously successful ambushes, he hadn't thought to scout ahead before getting close so now they were completely caught off guard but the milk was already spilt and there was nothing Oberyn could do except yell, "Kill Them!!" he then immediately sprung on the disoriented pirates who were just coming around with the full force of his team.

The fight wasn't much harder than the others so far had been and was still a massacre with no casualties on their sides.

The main reason for that being that the pirates were still very much outnumbered and they also weren't given any time to come to their senses or even pick up their weapons.

But sadly it would probably be their last easy fight because even though they were so quick about it, one of the pirates had managed to get away and was now hollering at the top of his lungs about invaders attacking, while running towards the middle of the island where the castle was located.

"Should we chase him?" one of the older sellswords asked Oberyn while looking at the place where the runaway had disappeared with an unsure look on his face as the screaming voice went away with time.

"No, let him go." Oberyn shook his head as it was already too late for it to be of any use even if they captured him, as the commotion he had created by now must have already alerted quite a few pirates on the island.

Thankfully it wasn't a completely lost situation as, if nothing had gone wrong with the other group then, by now there must be only one more settlement left in this area that had living pirates, so it didn't matter too much even if they managed to get away as Jon had prepared measures for a situation just like this.

"Men! We need to move to the next gathering point immediately. Let's go!" he ordered in a firm voice and immediately dashed into the trees with his team not far behind him. They had completely forsaken any idea of stealth by now and were moving through as fast as they could while ignoring everything else.

And so not even five minutes later, they entered the small clearing, that was their next meeting point, to find the others gathered there as expected.

"A man got away from us," Oberyn grimly said the moment he caught sight of Gared.

"I know, I heard him well enough," The sellsword commander replied with an unconcerned shrug, "It was only a matter of time before someone caught up but it doesn't matter too much... we were almost done with here anyway. And besides this just means that the next part will be a bit more interesting. Don't you think?"

"Hmm, perhaps you're right about that. I was indeed getting a bit bored with all this sneaking around." Oberyn replied with a quick smile on his face.

Knowing Jon, they must have been done with their side of the things too, which meant that at this moment almost all the small groups of pirates (that is about half of them) on the edges were dealt with, leaving only the two settlements in the middle as well as the pirates in the castle.

"You lose any of your men?"

"Of course not, what do you take me for? Ten-year-old initiates could have done this job let alone me and my men." Gared replied with a proud smile.

"Perfect, then I think we should get a move on." Oberyn said and after one final check to make sure everyone was ready, they began to move, "It's time for phase 2."

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[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter. Great story

 

[ATP]

Well,if they killed sleeping drunkards,it must be easy.Now,he would take some loses,but finish others.What next? everybody with few brain cells must be aware now,that he is warg.

How he plan to kill Mountain without leaving signs,if people knew that he is warg,and that he was nearby?

 

[LazyWizard]

"W-What?! What's all this ruckus about?!!" asked the disoriented pirate Rake as he woke up with a start and blearily looked around at the sudden commotion around him originating from all the pirates who were lying around him and sleeping just a few seconds but were now looking at something in the distance.


"I asked what the fuck is happening?!" he barked irritatedly at a nearby pirate when he didn't hear any answers while his hands automatically began searching for his Cutlass that he seemed to remember tossing somewhere nearby during last night's revelry.


'Ugh! Damn! This headache!'


Last night had been the hardest Rake had ever partied in his whole life. The Advisor, an aide of the pirate king, had decided to be generous, he had opened up the coffers and distributed liquor freely amongst all the pirates. For what reasons, they didn't know...


Some said that he did it because the alcohol was about to go bad(which he didn't think was possible,) while others said that he wanted them to have one last party to raise their morale before they left the sea surrounding the free cities for a few years to hunt in the waters surrounding the Slaver's bay to hide from Braavos's eyes for a while.


But in the end, no matter the reason, all he and the other pirates cared about was that there was more liquor to go around than any of them had ever seen in their lives and every single pirate took advantage of it by drinking to their absolute limit and some... had gone beyond that, they had puked their guts out and then started anew... so, all in all, it was a very fun party, but now... his head was aching so much and his surrounding were looking so wobbly that he almost began regretting his decision.


"A-A pirate from a nearby campsite came running into the camp shouting at the top of his lungs that some sort of invaders have attacked their camp..." replied the pirate as he finally answered Rake's question while looking towards a gathering near the campfire in the middle.


"What?! H-How? Who? Who is attacking us?!" he asked as he finally got hold of his weapon and began to try and look in the surroundings to see if he could catch anything but in this darkness of the night, only faintly lit by the moon above and a few of the small fires that were still burning, he couldn't see very far "Is it the Braavos?" he asked trying to keep the fear from his voice.


"I-I don't know..." the pirate replied with a shrug making Rake unconsciously grit his teeth.


"Where is that pirate, then?"


"There!" the man immediately pointed at the place fifteen meters away in the middle of the camp where more than a few dozen pirates had gathered in a circle to surround the pirate who had been the cause of the commotion.


Rake nodded and after taking a few moments to get his bearings he immediately made his way towards the gathering, "Let me through, Fuckers!!" he growled while pushing anyone in the way and about 50 steps later he reached the centre of the crowd of pirates where a panicked looking man, with eyes wide in horror, was trying to explain something to a bunch of confused, half-drunk, irritated pirates.


"You! What did you see of the attackers? Who were they? How many were there? Did they look Braavosi?"


"N-No! Not the Braavosi, I think... but it was too dark to be sure," The man replied while shaking his head, he was sweating from head to toe showing that he had run all the way from his camp without a single stop, "And while I can't be sure how many they were but they shouldn't be more than 30 men..."


Rake had a frown on his face as he digested the information. He frankly didn't know what to do with it as he had never been much of a thinker, that had been his captain's job but he was out there in the castle along with the others. This meant that he, as a close friend of the captain, had to be the one to give orders to the pirates here to solve this situation.


"Rake, I think they are probably just a few of the idiots from the nearby islands once again," said a 30-something-year-old man who was well-known amongst the pirates as being a kiss-ass, "They must have heard about how our captain looted that Braavosi fleet and they probably got greedy and decided to hit one of our camps to see if they get lucky. I am sure that they are already running away by now after hitting the camp... so we need to move now if we want to catch them all..."


"But what if they are the Braavosi?" nervously asked one of the newer pirates who had only joined them a few months ago, "He did say that he wasn't sure..."


"No, that can't be right. If it was Braavos who was attacking, they wouldn't have done it in the middle of the night, no, they would have wanted an audience to send a message and besides if their warships left Braavos for some reason, our captain would have gotten the news long ago. So no, I don't think it is Braavos..."


'Hmm, he must be right about that,' Rake thought while nodding to himself before he turned to the man, "Very well, Lark. I want you to gather fifty men and go find those fuckers wherever they are and kill them. If you do a good job, I'll be sure to speak to the captain and get you a good reward for it."


"Aye, I'll see to it right away," Lark replied excitedly and then immediately began gathering the pirates from among those who were awake, most of them were reluctant, not wanting to do a job in the middle of the night if the captain wasn't the one ordering, but Lark was a smart man and knew how these pirates think so he easily managed to entice them with some simple promises.


So before long, a group of fifty men left the camp with exuberant smiles on their faces, eager to get to those ambushers and kill some easy prey to make a name for themselves.


"Um, Rake, shouldn't we alert the castle about the attack," said the nervous cowardly pirate once again, "Because I don't think they would have heard the commotion all the way from here..."


"Nah! Don't bother," Rake waved the pirate's concern away, "They probably had some party of their own last night and I don't want to be the one to ruin the captain's sleep and take on his anger."


"But—"


"Argh! Forget about it. I'll tell them in the morning." he interrupted before turning and shouting towards other pirates, "And somebody lights up those bloody fires!! I can't see shit out here..."


It was a human instinct to run away from the darkness of the night and seek out the light, so seeing that more than half the pirates were still waking up from their drunken sleep, the pirate's thought of wanting them to light a fire, so as to not let any of the idiots fall on their own sword and die, was not a bad one...


But sadly for him, this idea would be the undoing of all the pirates surrounding him... because in this place on this night, he wasn't the only one who would find it easier to see with some light.


The moment one of the pirates lit up the massive campfires in the middle of the settlement, the surroundings abruptly brightened and at that exact moment, the predators hiding in the dark struck at the bumbling pirates with unerring accuracy.


The first casualty of the battle in this chaotic gathering of about 700 pirates (now 650) turned out to be a pirate who died soundlessly in his sleep with a single arrow in his throat, stunning the few pirates who were near him but before they could do more than blink the next arrow took out another pirate.


The pirates finally woke up from their stupor and screamed noisily as they began scrambling around to hide or find where the arrows were coming from.


"A-Attack!! We're being attacked!!" some hollered while running around like headless chickens.


"Where the fuck did that arrow come from?!!" others cried angrily swinging the weapons in their hands, their eyes furiously scanning the surroundings.


"Find cover! Hide!!"


"No! Find the bloody attacker! and Kill him!!"


"I-I am running away!!"


The pirates responded to the attack in the absolute worst possible way... by panicking.


And the predators hiding in the dark didn't miss this chance so the next attack wasn't just a single shot but a rain of arrows consisting of at least thirty arrows falling upon the bumbling pirates like a hail of death, killing almost twenty of them.


"Argh! Fuck!!"


"There!! I saw it!! They are attacking from there!! From between the fucking trees!!"


"Come on!! Let's Kill them!!"


The pirates nearest to the edge managed to catch a glimpse of the attackers hiding in the trees at the border of the campsite and then without waiting for anything, they gathered into a group and charged for the trees while yelling at the top of their lungs.


The attackers managed to send only one more rain of arrows, which only managed to hit 10 men before the pirates got close enough to attack them.


But the hollering pirates who had prematurely rushed consisted of only fifty men, which... while normally would have been enough to deal with those thirty-something cowardly bowmen hiding in the trees, was not in this case as they found to their disappointment that the bowmen came with friends of their own, friends wearing armour and carrying cruel weapons in their hands.


Seeing three hundred sellswords abruptly jump out of the trees all around them halted the pirates in their steps and scared the shit out of them.


"Argh!!"


And then, without giving the pirates any chance to respond, the sellswords fell upon them like a pack of wolves fall upon a herd of deer, and as someone would expect from that situation, none of the deer survived the massacre and were completely butchered in a matter of seconds due to sheer imbalance between their numbers.


The pirates who had been left behind in the camp(now numbering less than 550) were still in the process of scrambling to find a hiding place so they were completely stunned by the sudden reversal happening in the distance and for a moment all of them just stood there in their position like statues... unsure on what to do about the emergence of this sudden force.


But then if there was one fact, that pirates all over the world were well known for, it was that they were cowardly curs who were weak against the strong and strong against the weak and that the only battle any pirate would willingly partake in was the one in which they have the absolute numerical superiority.


So the pirates here acted on their ingrained instincts when this sudden scare stuck them, their brains began working rapidly, they only took a few glances to roughly calculate their enemy numbers, and after unconsciously comparing them to their own numbers, they realised almost instantly that they were comfortably in the lead.


And when all the pirates present there realised that fact, they immediately saw red and then without needing any order every single one of them raised their weapons, screamed at the top of their lungs and charged for the enemy with insane bloodlust that they were well known for.


But the sellswords were neither surprised nor scared by their enemy's bloodlust and acted with complete calm.


Not stopping for a single second after they were done with the last of the pirates who had fallen into their trap, the sellswords all simultaneously took a few steps back and then quickly but orderly began rearranging themselves in proper defensive formation with the ones in front raising the shields they had brought.


Their sheer reaction speed meant that by the time the pirates were within attacking distance, the sellswords were ready with a sturdy wall of spears that helped them easily hold their ground against the pirate's reckless charge.


A few seconds later the pirate rush abruptly halted as they got stuck against the shields and each other and then came... the real attack.


The sellswords hiding behind with swords and spears in their hands jumped on the stuck pirates and began killing as many as they could reach. It was a complete massacre... because sellswords with years of experience in killing people weren't the only thing working against pirates at that time.


Everyone who's ever fought a battle on a ship knows that a battle on the sea was a completely different thing than one on the ground.


For one, when you fight on the deck of a ship, it is mostly about keeping your balance while making sure that you dodge all of your enemy's wild swings and eventually your foe will make a mistake and be killed by your sword.


But sadly for the pirates knowing how to keep your balance wasn't as useful in a fight over land as it was over water. And while it wasn't that the pirates never fought on land, because they did. It's just that their usual fare of enemies consisted of old farm hands, young helpless maidens, and fat merchants, so it was safe to say, they were quite unused to facing an opponent with such skills.


And not only were the pirates out-skilled, but they were also out-armoured.


Most of the pirates were still in their half-naked state with no protection on their upper bodies, and then there was the issue of all of them being hungover from their party last night, making it too challenging for them to see properly in the darkness, even with the campfire brightening the night a little bit.


Their heads were pounding from the dying screams of their fellows, some of them were pucking their guts out in the middle of the battle, and then even more of them were slipping on those very guts and then dying to the swords of opportunistic sellswords who had no problem with easy kills.


So it was indisputable that things were not looking very good for the pirates. Their numbers were being culled left and right, they weren't making any dent in the number of sellswords.


But Rake, the pirate who was commanding the attack safely from far behind the pirates, was still very optimistic about the situation. Because he knew that as long as they kept at it, their enemies would get exhausted sooner or later, and then once enough of them began dying, it would only be a matter of time before they got overwhelmed by the pirate's sheer numbers and then the pirates would win... and if a few hundred pirates were sacrificed for the win along the way, who cared.


"KEEP IT UP!!" Rake cried, not letting the pirates in front of him have any second thoughts, "Reinforcements could be coming from the castle at any moment. Don't Worry!!"


And miraculously, at that exact moment, they suddenly heard the clanging of metals and charging footsteps from behind them, raising a small hope in the pirate's hearts.


But unfortunately for them, while reinforcement did arrive... they came for the opposing side.


Before the pirates could even turn around, they were abruptly hit in the back by a flood of stabs by a new force of enemy sellswords.


This new force jumped on them with even more ferocity than the one in front of them. And that is when the pirates found out to their dismay, that they weren't in a numerically superior position, after all.


In fact, enough pirates had died by now, that the pirates were not only at a skill disadvantage but were also being crushed numerically. Plus, their situation only got worse as their number dwindled and they began to get tag-teamed by more than one enemy at a time.


It was the classic manoeuvre of hammer and the anvil with the pirates being completely routed in the middle of the two groups.


Gared and Oberyn were at the very front of their group's charge and were killing the pirates left and right with each swing of their weapons. It was as if their enemies were nothing more than children with swords... but even then the number of their kills was nothing compared to Jon, whose every arrow was taking a life and by now he had already emptied his first quiver and was halfway through his second one.


But soon enough, the haze in the pirates' eyes began clearing and they finally noticed the carnage all around them and realised that this was a losing fight. And while you could say a lot of things about pirates... brave and self-sacrificing was not one of them. So...


"ARGH!! FUCK IT!!" a pirate screamed as he lost his shit, trampled over his fellow pirates and ran for the port with all his might. He threw away his weapon and ducked his head while hoping desperately that an arrow wouldn't kill him. And miraculously his prayers were answered and he somehow reached the port safely and even climbed abroad on a ship anchored there.


And just like that, it was as if a dam had opened...


After seeing the successful escape of one of their fellow, the pirates couldn't handle the pressure anymore and slowly but surely one after other they began abandoning the fight.


No one was interested in this losing fight anymore, and as the pirates began screaming and running for their lives... it only made them easier to kill.


This was where all the archers in the sellswords company showed their worth once again. Killing the running pirates seemed as easy as target practice for them.


Since Jon had ordered the archers to focus their fire on the ones running towards the castle first, this meant that more than half the pirates running towards the port survived, while only two pirates among the ones running for the castle were lucky enough to not get pierced by an arrow.


And so... five minutes later the last surviving pirate while begging for his life.


This settlement that boasted almost 700 pirates just last night... was almost annihilated, with less than 120 survivors who managed to safely reach the ships and were now impatiently trying to sail away in the night, hoping that the ones in the castle would soon come to their rescue and defeat these invaders so that they could sail back.


On their end, Jon was informed that their side had incurred five deaths and ten injuries in this battle, which while unfortunate was as much of a win as one could expect from a battle like this considering the numbers both sides boasted.


Jon had been in charge of men for a while now and had long come to accept the irrefutable fact that when you have men under your command in this world... then you would inevitably lose some of them along the way, whether their deaths be to diseases, drowning, animal attacks... or if they die while fighting for you.


So while he, of course, felt guilt due to the deaths... he didn't let it affect him too much as he knew that it wasn't the time to mourn. Even from his distant position in the centre of this settlement, he could see the numerous torches lighting up on the castle...


This meant that the ones in the castle had finally become aware that their precious island was being attacked... so it meant that it was finally time for Phase 3.


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[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thank for the chapter

 

[ATP]

Well,castle could hold,if pirates there do not made any dumb move.But - i bet,that MC did sometching to made sure to win there,too.

 

[LazyWizard]

The castle standing in the middle of the island of Grey Gallows was a small one, at least according to Westerosi's standards.


It was only made as a small outpost by Daemon Targaryen after his conquest of Stepstones, but considering the kind of man the Rogue Prince was, even as an outpost this castle wasn't too shabby.


Sleeping in the top-most room of this castle, the one that a few centuries ago hosted the likes of Targaryen's royalty, was the pirate king Ravager.


Deep in his sleep, he was lying alone on a massive, luxurious bed when he was abruptly woken up because of an urgent knocking on the door.


"Captain! Captain! Wake Up!!"


His eyes immediately shot open, as an alert Ravager looked towards the window, only to see that it was still completely dark outside.


Now wide awake, the pirate slowly got up from his bed and immediately picked up the sword lying by his bedside table.


With a frown on his face, Ravager silently walked up to the door but stopped just shy of it.


He stood there completely still for a few seconds with his ears to the door, before the frown on his face deepened and he abruptly opened the door with his sword raised and alert.


Three men were standing outside the room with anxious looks on their faces, two of them were the pirates who were supposed to guard him during the night, while the last one was an ugly man who he vaguely remembered as the aide of one of the pirate captains under him.


Even standing at the door, Ravager could hear the raised voices and loud commotion coming from afar in the castle, which implied that something had gone horribly wrong. But still, most of the tension had left his body at the sight of familiar faces so Ravager slowly lowered his sword and asked tersely, "What happened?"


"A-Attack! Captain! The island is under attack!!" The messenger hurriedly replied with a panicked look in his eyes.


"What?! Who told you that?" Even though he had expected that something bad had happened considering the commotion, he still hadn't anticipated that someone would dare to attack his island in the middle of the night, "Who is attacking us?" he asked angrily.


"I-I don't know, Captain." the messenger answered nervously shaking his head, "B-But Captain Blackheart and the others are gathered in the meeting hall, waiting for you..."


"Fine, then! Wait, here," he ordered briefly before going back into the room and closing the door behind him.


When Ravager opened the door a few minutes later, he was dressed for battle and was wearing his characteristic armour, a decent quality chainmail he had looted from a merchant a few years ago, and had a sword, and a dagger at his side, "Lead the way," he ordered curtly and the messenger nodded immediately as he began leading him while the guards fell into steps beside him.


They walked two corridors and one floor down from his room before they reached a massive wooden door, behind which one could already hear loud raised voices arguing with each other.


The captain didn't wait for a single moment and slammed the door open and with a single glare of his, the crowd of rowdy pirates inside the room fell silent.


"Who was the one who dared to attack us? Was it from the nearby islands again?" he growled out loud while walking around the table to stand at the head.


"It is an unknown group, Captain," replied Blackheart, he was a tall skinny pirate with a thin beard and was one of the most trusted commanders under Ravager, "We don't know much about the attackers, and the only thing we do know at the moment... is that they attacked our eastern settlement half an hour ago..."


"How the hell could someone reach all the way to our settlement and attack us without us knowing?" Ravager asked furiously while slamming his fist on the table, "What the fuck were the scout ships doing? Why were we not alerted?"


"We don't know, Captain," replied Hark in a deep voice, a large black man with a flat nose, "We only heard about this news half an hour ago from the two pirates who narrowly escaped the attackers. According to them, these unknown men appeared out of nowhere and fell upon the camp from two sides. The attackers were skilled and well equipped and managed to almost annihilate the camp with only a few managing to escape towards the ships on the shore. And since there had been no news from the scout ships even after all this while, we can only assume that either all of them fell asleep at the same time or..."


"So the scout ships are also gone..." Ravager said with gritted teeth, "Who the hell do these people think they are?" The pirate king hadn't suffered a humiliation like this in years, so his tolerance for anger was quite low, "Hark!! Send a call out to all of our pirates! We will show these bastards what happens when they attack the Ravager!"


"Yes! Captain—"


"I don't think that's wise, Captain," a voice calmly interrupted the pirate's enthusiastic response, making everyone turn their eyes towards the door only to see the man who was known as the brain behind the rise of this pirate fleet, the Advisor.


"Finally!" shouted Ravager with a somewhat relieved look on his face, "Where the hell were you?"


"I was gathering information, Captain," The Advisor replied with a small nod towards the door, "The minute I got news of the attack, I sent pirates in all directions of the island as scouts to find the condition of all camps big and small, and if they can, then lead them towards the castle as soon as they can..."


"Good! Good!" Ravager nodded with a pleased look on his face, "If those trashes are quick about it then we may not have to wait long before punishing those who dared to attack us,"


"That... may not be possible, Captain," The advisor replied cautiously, raining on the Ravager's parade.


"What?! What do you mean,"


"The scouts reported that all of our people in those camps and settlements are... dead,"


"What?!" "No! That can't be!!" "How is that possible!!"


Almost immediately exclamation of shock and denial rang throughout the room as the pirate leaders took in the unimaginable news that in just a matter of few hours, their Pirate fleet had lost so many pirates.


"Is this true? Do you know for sure?" Ravager asked with a stunned look on his face.


"Yes. I sent the scouts twice just to be sure," The Adviser replied grimly, shaking his head, "But the result was the same... In the North, in the East, and in the West, all of our camps were filled with nothing but dead bodies. The only place still unharmed is our settlement near the west port..."


"B-But that... that is absurd," Hark stuttered out with a scared look on his face, as he tried to imagine the kind of force that you would need to do something like this... and that too silently, "For someone to be able to do this... to kill more than a third of our forces with us not even getting a whiff of it... they would have to have, I don't know, ten times the fucking numbers as us... which makes no sense."


"It doesn't matter how they did it. What matters is... what should we do now?" Blackheart interrupted in a tone of forced calm.


"Obviously, we should run away," said one of the other pirates, "We need to take our remaining force and leave for the seas immediately..."


"What?! You coward? How can we just run away?"


"Then what?! Do you want to fight them?! When they can have ten times the number as us." The cowardly pirate retorted back angrily, "It would be foolish to stay here and wait for this enemy to attack us when we know nothing about them... As long as we survive we can fight them another day." he urged.


"Even if we do that, we'll surely be bled dry all the way to the port... and who knows what kind of fleet these people have, because don't forget they managed to easily take out all of our scout ships... so running away may not be a better option."


"Well! What other choice do we have, you fool!! Do you want us to just—"


"Silence!" Ravager barked with a frustrated look on his face, halting the rowdy pirates from arguing uselessly, before turning back to the Advisor, "What do you think? Do you also believe that... retreating is the best choice for us?"


"I don't think that would be necessary, Captain," The Advisor said calmly, "Besides I already called all the remaining pirates back into the castle."


"What?! Why?"


"For their safety and... to protect you."


"Protect Me?! What do you mean?"


"From what I have noticed, the enemy leader is a competent individual, so I would guess that the only reason those two pirates managed to escape... was that they were let go deliberately, so that they could bring the message to us, forcing us to leave the safety of the castle, to flee towards the port... and from there they can easily attack us on the move, and get to... you."


"But why do you think they are after the captain?" Blackheart asked confusedly.


"For the bounty, I would guess," he shrugged and almost immediately a gleam of realisation occurred in the eyes of the pirates. Most of the pirates present here had already heard that the Braavos had put a bounty of 100,000 gold on the head of their captain while quite a few of them were tempted by it, all of them knew that even if they somehow succeded, it would be cold day in hell before Braavos would give money to a pirate... "But that's not important, what's important is that if we leave the castle, we will be out in the open giving them exactly the opening that they need..."


"But we can't just stay here and do nothing, right," one of the pirates said hesitatingly, not wanting to sound like he didn't care for their Captain's safety. "Because then we'll all be killed when they attack the castle..."


"Not necessarily,"


"What do you mean?" The Captain asked turning to the advisor with a frown on his face, "Do you know something?"


"You are all speculating from the feats that they have accomplished during the last few hours that they have a lot of men on their side but... that may not really be the truth," The Advisor replied calmly, "I had sent one of the sneakier scouts to the east camp after getting the news of the attack and he managed to catch a glimpse of the forces gathered there, and from his estimates, there are not more than five hundred to six hundred fighters in their force... Not a small group, sure, but also not something we have to be fearful of."


"B-But then... how could they have killed so many of our pirates?" asked Blackheart with a frown.


"Likely though ambushes, I would presume.... But that doesn't matter, what matters is that they are not so strong as to be able to overwhelm us now that they have lost the element of surprise, so I don't think we need to be hasty in any of our decisions, because as long as we have the protection of the castle, I don't think they would be stupid enough to attack us."


"So you want us to just sit here in the castle waiting for them..."


"Yes," The Advisor replied to the cowardly pirate's inquiry, "Whether it be to attack or to defend, everything would be better once the night passes. Because when the sun rises in a few hours, they would lose all their advantages and then the momentum will be on our side and we'll be the ones to decide whether to fight them or not..."


"But what if they don't attack and just decide to wait outside o-or lay a siege to the castle? What will we do then?"


"That would be even better for us... because then we'll have the advantage with all the ration that we have stored here, but I don't think they would do anything like that." The Advisor shook his head with a smile, "They have neither the men nor the time for that because if you recall, we are on an island in the middle of Stepstones, the biggest stronghold of pirates in Essos. They know for sure that if the pirates on the other islands get a whiff of their whereabouts... then they'll be the ones who are trapped in here with us... So all we need to do is just wait and prepare..."


....


"They are going in," Bran whispered while squinting his eyes to see as much as he could in the light of the moon.


"I can see that boy," Oberyn replied to the obvious observation from the son of the Sellsword Captain.


Both of them were acting as scouts for the company and were hiding in thick bushes on a small hill about two kilometres away from the castle.


At that very moment, hundreds upon hundreds of pirates were hurriedly, but with vigilant looks on their faces, heading into the castle.


These pirates were the ones from the settlement of the Western shore, the only pirate camp still left unscratched from the company massacre during the night.


They were estimated to have about 750 men according to Jon, from what Oberyn could observe that was an accurate assessment... which meant that they had abandoned the camp and now every single one of those pirates was racing into the castle to hide from their company.


"Wouldn't now be a good time to attack them, Prince Oberyn," Bran asked in a low voice, his voice tinged in confusion, "Why are we just letting them easily get away into the castle? Why aren't we ambushing them like the others?"


"Because now... they know that we are here and that we are attacking the pirates on this island, which means that any attack we go into... would not be an ambush but a proper battle," Oberyn explained calmly, "And battles mean heavy casualties, and from what I know of your friend, Jon Snow, he doesn't like them very much..."


"So then are we not going to... fight them anymore? Because if we are then wouldn't it just be harder to attack them when they are all inside the castle..." The boy asked in a baffled tone.


"Of course, we are still going to fight, otherwise everything until now would have been pointless... As for how we are going to do that..." Oberyn shrugged with a helpless smile, "Only your friend Jon knows that..."


"Oh! That should be... fine then."


At that moment the last of the pirates had gone inside and the large wooden door of the castle was finally being closed, so Oberyn took one last look at the walls and whispered, "Let's go."


Bran nodded his head as the two of them slowly but silently stood up and began backtracking their way through trees and thick foilage towards the camp near the shore where they had left the rest of their company.


It only took them twenty minutes to reach the camp and what they saw surprised them quite a bit...


Only about an hour must have passed since they parted from the company, but the pirate settlement looked completely different from the condition they had left it in...


For one thing, all of the dead bodies of pirates they had killed had been cleared off and dumped into a massive pit dug some distance away to ward off the smell and the company sellswords also seemed to have done some nominal cleaning to open up a huge space in the clearing, where most of the sellswords were lingering at the moment.


Other than the ones who were on watch duty, most of the sellswords had already let go of their vigilance and were now in complete rest mode. Some were cleaning their weapons, others were chatting with their friends, and a few of the older ones had already gone to sleep...


If one just sees the peaceful atmosphere that the company was in, then they would find it hard to predict these people had fought a brutal battle just an hour ago, that they were still in the middle of a pirate-infested island, and that there were still enemies on this island waiting to kill them... because from the looks on these people's faces, it felt as if they were sitting in their backyard and not in enemy territory...


Oberyn shook his head at the absurd situation after absurd situations he had found himself in ever since he had joined this company.


But so many of these situations had happened that by now Oberyn felt that he had built some immunity to it.


So when he came to the middle of the camp to find Jon and Gared sitting on the ground conversing nonchalantly about different types of swords, he didn't act like a panicked greenhorn began badgering them with questions like what they were doing or if they were in their right mind...


Instead he just calmly and nonchalantly took a seat beside them and asked, "You're not planning to set up home here, are you? Because you look entirely too comfortable on this pirate island..."


"How did you know I was thinking the exact same thing?" Jon replied with a wide smile on his face, "Don't you just love how peaceful it is here... and not to mention how beautiful and unique the view of the night sky here..." he said while pointing towards the sky filled with millions upon millions of stars that looked so clear and close that one feels as if they could touch them... just by raising their hands. "One doesn't find views like these just anywhere,"


"Sure! Sure!" Oberyn nodded sarcastically while rolling his eyes.


"So did you see them?" Gared suddenly interrupted with a raised eyebrow.


"Yes. Jon here was right about his information however he got it," Oberyn replied a bit reluctantly while taking a deep swig from a pouch of ale placed nearby, "All the pirates from the last settlement entered the castle a while ago and from the looks of it, none of them have any intention of coming out anytime soon. So it seems that there is no need for us to worry about them for a while..."


"Do you mean that 'you' don't need to worry about them?" Gared asked with an amused smile on his face, "Because as far as I recall you were the only one who insisted that we absolutely need to scout the castle because Jon's information could be wrong..."


"I just wanted to see it with my own eyes to be sure... or else I wouldn't have been able to sleep." Oberyn replied while ignoring the amused expression on Gared's face, "I mean what was I supposed to do to when Jon here tells me that..." he waved his hand at the Northern Bastard, "that he wants all of us to take rest and go to sleep right here, right now."


"Not all of us, you know," Jon interrupted while pointing towards the attentive lookouts.


"Yes, yes," Oberyn mumbled sarcastically, "Can't forget about the five sentries now, can we?"


"My father always told me that a meal and a few hours of sleep can be the difference between a veteran warrior and a stumbling greenhorn," Jon said with a small smile, "So the few hours we have left before the sun rises would be very useful for us to rejuvenate ourselves from the exhaustion of all the battle and ambushes we went through during the night... And thankfully none of our fighters here are novices, so I don't have to worry about them having trouble falling asleep in this foreign environment due to nightmares(from all the killing,) or something else..." he said while looking at surrounding sellswords, most of whom were already deep in their sleep, snoring loudly.


"You think I don't know the importance of rest for an army," Oberyn scoffed while looking at the sky, internally agreeing that the night sky on this pirate island really was quite beautiful, "Because trust me I do... it's just that I was worried that the pirates might get some ideas and would want to launch an ambush of their own to take revenge..."


"Trust me, they won't," Jon said factually as if he had complete confidence in his own words, "They will pass the night alert in the castle, waiting for us to attack but they won't launch an attack of their own," he said calmly while finding a flat place nearby and then he immediately laid down on the ground as if he was ready to sleep.


"But what if they did..."


"Then I'll know long before they even leave the castle," he replied with a mysterious smile, the same one that he always had on his face whenever he was sharing information... as if he knew something that no one else did, and it frustrated the Dornish prince to no end.


And he hated that a part of him immediately began to feel relieved at that smile as if he had already begun to unconsciously place his trust in the boy's words as if he knew deep down that if the boy said there was no danger... then there would probably be no danger.


"Ugh! Fine, then. But know this, if I die in my sleep... then I am definitely going to go haunt that wasteland you call home for eternity," Oberyn threatened before shaking his head and making a place of his own on the ground to sleep.


"People who live in the desert should really not comment on other people's homes, you know," Jon retorted making Oberyn snort as a small smile appeared on his face.


Things went silent after that as the conversation around the camp went down and all the exhausted sellswords gradually fell asleep under the night sky.


....


"It seems your prediction turned out to be right..." Ravager murmured as he stood upon the wall of the castle gazing at the horizon as the first rays of morning fell upon the island driving away the gloominess of the night, "They never did attack us during the night..."


All around him stood pirates with bloodshot eyes trying hard to keep their eyes open, so that they don't miss anyone attacking them.


Even though the advisor had told them that they wouldn't be attacked during the night, Ravager didn't dare to let the pirates under him fall asleep. He had kept more than half the pirates awake at all times as a precaution, and no one could fault him for it, considering the number of pirates they had lost because of carelessness in a single night.


"Of course, Captain." The advisor nodded with a calm expression on his face, "I can easily imagine the kind of person their leader is... he must have been so sure of his plan that he probably kept all of his men awake and ready to attack us for the night, they must have been waiting impatiently for us to leave the castle so that they can fall upon us all this while. Hehe, it must frustrate him to no end that we didn't play into his hands..."


"I am sure it did," Ravager said as a satisfied expression appeared on his face at the thought of frustrating his unknown enemy, "All the work they did, all the pirates they managed to kill was all useless because, I am still here, alive and well, having lost nothing more than a few worthless pirates.... pirates I can easily replenish with a few raids at any time. But all their hard work must still be rewarded and when I find out who they are..." his eyes gleamed with a burning rage, "I'll be sure to pay them back a thousand times."


"We may not have to wait for long to do that, Captain..."


"Hmm, What do you mean?"


"If I am assuming it right, then all those attackers must have been quite exhausted by now, their eyes weary with sleep, their limbs aching from the exhaustion of the fights during the night. So if I were their leader, then I would be looking to cut my losses right about now and preparing to leave the island... so if we time it right, we can hit them in the back, exactly like they wanted to do to us."


"That... is not a bad idea," Ravager nodded slowly as a hungry expression appeared on his face, "Good! Very Good!! I'll get the pirates to prepare... we should leave immediately then lest they manage to run away..."


"Don't worry, Captain. I've had the cooks woken up early so they should be done preparing the food by now. With a simple meal to rejuvenate us, we'll be ready to go after them properly..."


"Perfect! This is a chance to finally show those bastards why they call me..." he said with a savage smile on his face. "The Ravager."


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[oscar e Sampedro Lopez]

Thanks for the chapter. Great story as always

 

[ATP]

Simple meal...let me guess,entire pirate army would shit themselves to death before batte start?