Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 93 - Artican Trade in Westeros 20 (Journey to the West 07!).

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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In the midst of the sea to the south of the continent, the journey of the Artican fleet continued, encountering some storms along the way, while passing by merchant ships coming from the west that avoided getting close to them, following their route.

"It's a pity I can't map an underwater path as I was doing with Serume..." Jon couldn't help but comment to himself at one end of the ship.

"Jon!!" He heard a voice calling him and saw Arya approaching.

"Yes, sister?" Jon asked.

"You've been here all morning, come train with me!" She requested, and Jon, turning his gaze back to the sea, where everything was empty, nodded seeing that there was nothing more to do there besides think and murmur to himself.

"Let's go." Jon said, starting to leave that side of the ship. Seryna was resting in the cabin at this moment, so he was outside to get some air and see how things were going. The journey hadn't encountered any problems since they left from Dorne on this side, they were still 150 ships ready to face any threat at sea, so besides the storms, which they passed easily, by the way, they continued their journey peacefully.

Jon joined Arya in the largest space on the deck, while some fights were already happening there.

"Come on, you dwarf!" Tormund Giantsbane was in the middle of a fight against a dwarf opponent at this moment.

"Shut up, you damn fire-beard!" The dwarf growled as he used his hammer to hit the man.

"Hahahahaha! Come on, you damn boot-licker!" Tormund continued taunting the dwarf while using his axe against the heavy hammer.

"Take this then!" The dwarf exclaimed, changing his tactic, hitting the hammer on the ground, making it crack with the wood of the deck and Tormund having an imbalance as he tried to return to his fighting stance, but the dwarf took this chance to throw his hammer like a spear into the man's chest, making him fly backwards while falling with his armor a bit dented.

"Now who's the boot-licker, you damn redhead!" The dwarf cursed while spitting on the ground and starting to laugh.

Many who were watching the fight, began to laugh at this moment as Jon approached with his sister.

"He got you good, huh." Jon approached, Tormund wasn't weak, but certainly very naive to provoke a dwarf who could use anything to his advantage.

The big man sighed while looking at Jon, "I let my guard down." He simply said as he tried to stand up.

"Anyone else want to fight?" Jon asked the small crowd of men, dwarves, and even giants watching the fight.

"No, we're done here, you can use the space." The dwarf who defeated Tormund said, knowing that his king would train with his sister as he always did.

"Alright, let's go, Arya." Jon said as he aligned in the middle of the place with Arya, using his small thin sword made of Eldenmetal, Jon drew Darksister, and they both began to train fighting each other, while Jon helped Arya to refine her current skills.

"Keep your stance." Jon said as Arya tried to work with her feet. "You were lucky to face and find an opening against that sand snake in Dorne, but there's still much to learn." Jon spoke, putting pressure on the girl as he tried to defend from her constant attacks.