Chapter 9.1- The Seadragon's Roar

I was born to be on the seas, I thought as I felt the wind through my hair as Father’s flagship cut through the waves like a knife through butter.

“We’re going to hit eight knots and we’re barely even close to top speed” One of the crew said to Father, and I could se a smile split his face. Corlys Velaryon was a serious, serious man, but there was one place where he was relaxed all the time. In the open wea with th wind in his hair and a ship beneath his feet. I looked to my side and had to turn around to search for Igneel’s own ship in the distance. The Dragon Carrier Igneel was currently placed on was different from the one we’d used for that trip to Bloodstone all those years ago. For one, it was much larger. The updated measurements I’d sent back home had been taken to heart, and I was pleased to see that Corlys had added some extra room for growth as well.

Igneel was no longer growing day after day but there was no guarantee about how long this war was going to last.

“How long until we hit the rest of the fleet?” I asked.

“Orders were for them to drop anchor a few clicks from the target. They should be visible in about thirty-two hours at present heading and speed” Instead of Corlys answering, it was the man by his side who spoke after consulting some charts and maps.

“Alright then. So we just wait and enjoy the journey, huh?” I asked.

“Oy. Break’s over” I heard Borros’ voice from behind me and sighed before picking up the blunted sword I’d been training with and turned back to my knight to continue our training. Anybody else would have called it a day after throwing up for the third time, but trust a Baratheon man to be stubborn as all hell and keep going after any sane person would have stopped.

I took my stance, feet easily finding balance even with the ship swaying, moving, and bobbing underneath. Borros was steadier than he’d been mere days ago, but he was still far from being as solid as I was. I jumped on the attack first, forcing his shield in the way of my sword. He took a step back and swept his mace right for my head. Of course, that was too little and much too late. My head as already elsewhere and my sword was making its way for his outstretched wrist.

He parried with his mace and took a step back. I dove forward and he blocked with his shield this time, but that slash had been a feint for me to twist and ram into his shield with my own. He grunted and took a step backward, but as he did so, the ship swayed in the other direction and in a second, he was down to one knee as he struggled to keep his footing. My blade was at his neck another second later.