Chapter 10.2- The Seadragon's Rage

He tried to force himself to his feet and attack me, but then Borros was there, wrestling him down and adding a few kicks to his lungs for good measure. “May I question him, Lord Baratheon?” Corlys asked, coming to stand next to us.

“Na. If anyone’s going to get the truth out of this bastard, it’ll be me. I captured him after all” Corlys nodded like that was a fully logical argument and that prisoner’s were not in fact his by right as the Captain of the Fleet. He stepped back and left Borros to wrestle the struggling man, who against the massive Baratheon might as well hav been a mewling kitten to the Brig.

“Follow him and make sure we get something useful out of the pirate before he gets bored and kills him” Corlys said in a whisper to make it clear I was the only one supposed to hear my orders.

“Squireeee” I heard Borros’ voice from the distance, and Corlys nodded for me to proceed.

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Lungpiercer shrieked like a cat being strangled as Borros landed another punch against the man’s face, sending some teeth loose. He hadn’t even asked the man a single question. Was just beating him bloody. Corlys would probably have wanted me to step in here to prevent him from killing the prisoner, but I had come to learn Borros’ nature more than anyone else. It was just a matter of time. He punched him a few more times in the midsection and the man struggled, moving against the chair I’d tied him to but he could do nothing but take the hits as they came. And come they did.

Just like I had predicted, it had taken the great Borros Baratheon only a few minutes to get bored of hitting someone who couldn’t hit him back. The Baratheon man was a sadistic bastard on the best day but he was far from cruel. Or at least far from being needlessly so. So he stepped back and went to his cabin.

“Permission to ask him a few questions, Ser?” I asked only when he was close to the door. He turned to me with a savage smile on his face.

“Want to get your own licks in, eh? Yeah, enjoy yourself then turn him over to your father and tell him I’m feeling generous” He said. I nodded. He probably thought I just wanted to torture the bastard for torture’s sake just like he did. It would have been cute that he was letting me if the subject-matter was not the torture of a man.

“So Lungpiercer, ey? What’s your actual name?” I asked.

“Kiss my arse” He said.

“Interesting. You speak the common tongue surprisingly well for Essosi scum. Almost like you visited the seven kingdoms a lot?” I asked, watching his expression.

“Oh no. Not visited then. Grew up in” He flushed and struggled against his ropes.

“And that accent I heard there. Could swear it sounded almost….dornish” I tried and just like expected, I got my answer on his face.

“Are you a witch?”

“Sadly not. Let’s just say I know a few things no one else does and I’m very good at putting two and two together. So let’s see what’s going to happen now. I have like a hundred different means of torture dancing around this head of mine. Things involving rats, insects, maybe even snakes like you Dornish are obsessed with. But all of them are messy and to be honest, I probably don’t have the stomach for them. So we’ll try something a bit more tame. Please don’t disappoint” I said, moving to tie him down further.