The Pirate and The Dragon

Chapter 13

"One, two, three good. Now one, two, three" I hear swords clashing, walking over to the commotion. I see young James and Logan sparing. Or should I say training. I study James's style and foot work, he's getting better but still sloppy. I walk over to the two, and pull out my sword. They both stopped and looked at me.

"Your getting better James, nice form, however." I said pointing my sword at James's feet.

"Your footwork needs improvement." He looks down in embarrassment. I sighed and stood in front of him. Getting into position. The rest of my crew stood around us, waiting to see what will happen.

"May I ask what you are doing Captain?" Asks James, as he nervously shifts his feet.

"Well your not going to improve sparing with Logan, since he is the only one who's been training you. The best way to learn is to experiences someone else's fighting style. That way you are prepared for anything." I said positioning my left hand behind my back, my right foot in front of my left, and my sword pointing at him.

"But Captain..." complained James but I cut him off.

"No buts, now get into position." He sighed and got into his stance. I step forward, he stepped back. He steps forward, I step back. Nodding my head he makes the first move.

Striking his sword to me, I block it with mine. I strike him, he blocks it with his. He moves forward, attacking me while I step backwards blocking his strikes. Left, right, left, right.

"Good, now if I step here." I said moving to my right, hitting his sword with mine. He steps to his right, countering my hits.

"Very good, now I step again" making a full circle. He relaxes his shoulder, mistake. I lunged towards him, catching him off guard. Luckily he dodges my attack, before blocking my sword with his. I attack, moving forward till he hit a boulder. Laying on top of it, pointing his sword up at me.

"Number one rule, never underestimate your opponent. They aren't going to stop until you are dead." I said swiping my sword to his head, he ducks and rolls behind me. I turn and my sword meets his. Hit, hit, hit our swords sung. Our dance continued all across the camp, us chasing each other with our swords. My crew cheering for each of us. I climbed up a rock, he swipes my feet, I jump off the rock and attack him again.

"What is going on here?" I hear Jorah yelling. I turn my head towards him and see he's not alone. My arm still fighting off James, I see Daenerys in her usual blue dress, with Misanndei and Barristan at her sides.

"Sword training, your grace. Gotta train the kid somehow." I said giving her grace a wink before facing James again. I could tell he was tiring out, his sword movements becoming sloppy. Though out of know where he swirls his sword around mine, disarming me. Pointing his sword at my throat. He was exhausted, panting like a dog and his knees look like their about to give out.

That's when I pulled out my pistol, aiming it at him. He looks at me in surprise, while I hear murmurs and gasps.

"You cheated." He said, slumping in defeat.

"Pirate. And as a Pirate, we don't play by the rules. Remember that James." I said putting my pistol away and waking up to him. Placing my hands on his shoulder.

"You did well, now go wash up and rest. You deserve it" I said patting his cheek, he nods and limps back to the wash. I turn back to her grace and are met with Jorahs face of disapproval.

"What?" I asked.

"Is this all a jest to you?" Said Jorah, walking up to me.

"What are you going on about?" I asked, staring at him with confusion.

"Are you taking any of this seriously? We are upon war, we do not have the time to play games." He stated. I look behind him to look at Daenerys, she says nothing, but give me a concern look. I look back at Jorah.

"Hey my crew have been working their hardest trying to keep this camp in ship shape. Not to mention guarding, and counting our stocks so we don't grow hungry. They deserve a break once in awhile." I defended.

"We are here to help Khaleesi retrieve the Iron throne. All we ask is for you to take this more seriously and stop acting like a child." He inquired. My anger inside bubbling, but I keep my calm. I don't want to make a bigger scene. Around us, my crew steps back knowing what happens when you call me a child.

"Listen here you sweaty, bubble head, love puppy, blind sited, overgrown, wrinkly eyes, puny old, stuck up blonde haired bimbo. Firstly, last time I checked I don't take orders from you. I take orders from her." I said pointing at her grace.

"Secondly, you don't tell me how to run MY crew. If I want them to take a break, they'll take a BLODDY BREAK!" I yelled getting into his face.

"And Thirdly, call me a child again and I will cut off you limbs one by one, and throw them down t o Davy Jones Locker WHERE THEY WILL NEVER BE FOUND!!" I stared deep into my his eyes, surprisingly keeping my true face from showing. He stared down at me, and me at him neither one of us breaking.

"Stop, Stop this!" Daenerys calls out, as she walks in between us. Placing her hands on our chests, pushing us away from each other.

"If I'm going to rule the Seven Kingdoms I'm going to need all the help I'll need. But I can't have one of my Advisors, and the Captain of my fleet tear each other apart. I need you both." She said, I look down at her breaking the staring contest. She looks at me pleading for me to accept. I stare into those violet eyes and sigh, nodding. She looks back at Jorah and he sighs and nods as well. He stares at her for awhile, making my stomach sink. I roll my eyes and walk away from the two.

**

After our little spat, me and Jorah haven't looked at each other nor spoke. Right now we were in disguise, watching a group of men return to their camp.

"Men fight for gold and have neither honor nor loyalty. Cannot be trusted." Muttered Barristan, I look over his shoulder to get a better look.

"They can be trusted to kill you if we'll payed. The Yunkish are paying them well." Countered Jorah.

"You know these men?" Asked Daenerys, looking down at the army.

"Only by their broken swords and their banners. They're called the-" started Jorah but I cut him off.

"The Second Sons, led by a bravosi bastard named Mero. Also known as the Titans Bastard, which he lives up to his name." I stated, glaring at the army.

"You've met them?" Daenerys asks, her and the other two looking at me in confusion.

"Well yes, though not on good terms. In fact they stole nearly half my gold once, before I turned their ship into a piece of rubble. How they got here I have no idea. Though their terrible men your grace." I said crossing my arms and looking down at her.

"Is he more titan or bastard?" She asks, giving me a smirk.

"As much as I hate it but the pirate it right. He's a dangerous man Khaleesi, they all are." I look at Jorah in disbelief, before nodding my head to him.

"How many?" I look out to the camp.

"I'd say around 2,000 your grace" I said.

"Armored and mounted." Added Barristan.

"Enough to make a difference?" I look at Daenerys in confusion, she's planning something. Barristan nods in agreement, she looks down in thought.

"It's hard to collect wages from a corpse. Sure their souls prefer to fight on the winning side." She stated, making me grin at her.

"I imagine your right" agreed Jorah.

"I'd like to talk to the Titans Bastard about winning." She stated.

" he may not agree to meet." Argues Barristan.

"He will. A man who fights for gold, cannot afford to lose to a girl." She stare back, staring down the army. I laugh quietly.

"Oo this is going to be fun."