Back To You // Jorah Mormont (2)

11. This is What You Call Fun?

They sailed for quite some time, the day growing dark Tyrion opened his mouth to speak when a dragon flew over them.

"Beautiful, look San." Oceana remarked pointing to the sky. 

"Dragon," San whispered wiping the sleep from his eyes. 

"That was one of the Queens dragons. He must have flew far this time." Jorah noted it made a pained smile cover his face.

'She has three, is that right?" Tyrion questioned.

"Gods, last I heard they were little, that was huge like eat you in a bite and be hungry for more." Oceana remarked. "No you San, they dont like handsome little boys." 

"SO I guess I'm safe then too." Tyrion mused. 

"Three dragons?" San questioned. "Where are the other two?"

'Yes she has three, they have grown since I last them.' Jorah noted but his attention was pulled when a splash was heard. Jorah's eyes scanned the area, he didn't see anyone but the ripples indicated someone was around them, near them.

"What was that?" Tyrion asked. Jorah spun around, his eyes darting to the moving water right beside the boat. Waiting in anticipation. The silence made Tyrion even more anxious, until something flew from the air again, landing right in front of him. Tyrion yelped in surprise, he went to fend off the scaled man when Jorah appeared at his side, shielding him form the man, before using an oar to push the man into the water.  San screamed out bloody murder and Oceana scooped him up, her blade gripped tight in her hand. 

"Stone men! Don't touch them touch you!" Jorah told them and Tyrion glanced nervously around. When he heard more of them jumping out of the water.

"Jorah they dont die." Oceana declared as she sliced at the stone men. Jorah quickly cut the next one over the neck, before hitting it with the handle of the sword, this one also falling into the water. 

"They die, just a bit harder." Jorah countered pulling her behind him. San whimpered out. Tyrion stare uselessly his hands still bound as Jorah fought the stone men. Tyrion acted quickly. He picked up a crab catcher, shoving it into the stone man's face. But the stone man was too strong, and grabbed the catcher from Tyrion's grip. Tyrion glanced around, seeing Jorah too busy fighting off others. All he could think to do was crawl away, until he fell into the water. 

"Jorah, Tyrion!" Oceana remarked. "How badly do you want him alive?" Jorah looked around for tyrion as he slashed at another stone men, Ocean speared one through the skull and he stumbled back. 

Tyrion managed to almost untie his hands while holding his breath, until something grabbed his foot. He didn't have to think twice about what it was he knew, the stone man had gotten a hold of him. Being pulled downwards, Tyrion kicked his legs around trying to free his foot from the stone mans grasp, until he lost consciousness, running out of air under the water.

Jorah dove under the water pulling Tyrion up and throwing him back into the boat while Oceana sliced off the remaining stone men.  San stared into the water shouting no, no, no, go away! For what felt like an hour as their boat sank and they got to shore. 

"Did they touch you?" Jorah questioned running his hand over Ocean's arms. 

"No, San, you alright, let mommy see." Oceana requested spinning him around. "I think we are good." 

"Good." Jorah agreed kissing her temple. San stared back at the water with fury in his little gaze. 

"This is the moment San joins the dothraki in his fear of water." Oceana pondered as they walked finding some solace on the shores. 

"He seems rather keen to water." Jorah remarked dropping an unconscious Tyrion down on the sand. 

"He loved the ride across the narrow sea, both times. He gets my love of water. I tried to show Drogo its wasnt scary but he thought I was trying to kill him." Oceana remarked. 

"I remember that." Jorah remarked with a laugh. "Gods, he was shouting, I couldnt even understand him, it was a mess." 

"The dothraki were a strange breed but I'm glad for my time with them." Oceana remarked.  When waking up, Tyrion took a deep breath of air, and slowly opened his eyes only to be met with San's face smiling down at him.  Tyrion furrowed his brows in confusion, but quickly sat up before finally his hands were cut free.

"You're heavier than you look." Jorah informed him, but Tyrion ignored the comment brushing himself off. "Did any of them touch you?" Tyrion shook his head slightly.

''Did they touch you?" Tyrion countered.

"'No.'' Jorah told him, rubbing at his arm. Oceana stared back at him. 

"I've seen greyscale before." Tyrion told him. "But nothing like that. I suppose that's why they send them there." Tyrion offered. 

"It'd be kinder to put a dagger in their hearts and be done with it." Jorah spat sitting on the sand.

"Thank you." Tyrion said softly and Jorah glanced over at him. "For saving me. Of course I wouldn't needed saving if you hadn't kidnapping us in the first place" Jorah couldn't help but chuckle.

"He didnt kidnap me." Oceana corrected. "I came of free will."

"what do we do now?'' Tyrion countered. 

"We walk, up the coast. With luck, we'll find a fishing village. Maybe another boat." Jorah told him.

"Without luck?" Oceana questioned. 

"We'll have to walk I guess." Jorah told them.

"Maybe I should have stayed in volantis." Oceana remarked. 

"But we are having so much fun." Jorah countered. 

"We are, arent we?" Oceana agreed. Tyrion rolled his eyes. 

"This is what you call fun?"