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

Chapter 116 - Artican Trade in Westeros 43 (Reach 23!).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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While Jon was still enjoying his stay in the Reach since he first set foot in the kingdom, thousands of miles away, on the opposite side of the continent to the north, specifically in front of the vale, the Arctic fleet with its 50 ships continued sailing north again, passing through waters filled with broken and burnt wood.

While the people who managed to save themselves from the wildfire explosions by some miracle were screaming, trying to escape the tentacles of the people throwing them into the water. The ships continued heading north, unconcerned with the chaos happening around them, with the sea still burning with green fire on the waters. This was the result of a battle while a group seemed to want to attack them, but Jon knew their plan very well, which was to simulate an attack by the kingdom's fleet beyond the wall while the survivors returned to Gulltown, of course, burning their own ships in the process.

But Jon, already anticipating Littlefinger's plan, thought that if they wanted to set them up, at least it had to be for real at least... So as soon as the ships approached to have some excuse that they encountered the fleet and were returning to the port to simulate the aggression, the Arctic ships themselves took the initiative and exterminated them all.

It didn't take long for the Arctic fleet to disappear to the north in the following days and new ships to sail those waters while investigating the disappearance of Lord Gerold Grafton of Gulltown's ships.

"This is just destruction... what the hell happened here..." said a sailor with some fear. There was no more wildfire, so he couldn't say how all the ships were destroyed without leaving a single man or body visible in the water, only burnt wreckage everywhere, which was very frightening for those men.

"We have nothing more to do here... There are no bodies anywhere... Let's just take some of the wreckage, there's a burnt mast in the water, it will be our only proof..." The captain of that ship asked them to at least take what was there.

"No bodies... were they devoured? I've heard there are giant men on those ships, they say they devour men, so it's true..." said a young man with some fear.

"Better leave before we are next too..." said another man, and although the captain didn't believe much in that, his heart was trembling, as like the others, the idea of not finding a single dead body made him freeze, for he had never seen anything like it on the sea, but knowing that those bodies were now being consumed by stomach acids inside a huge Kraken following the fleet above him.

"Finish taking the mast and let's go!" He gave the order and the three ships that came to investigate soon turned around and went back to the port of Gulltown.

"What are you saying?!" It was after a day that they finally informed Gerold Grafton in his mansion of what they saw at sea, while the man who followed Littlefinger's plan thinking it would be a good venture didn't think his ships would actually be attacked, after all, there were no records of those ships attacking simple vessels.

When he felt that something was wrong after days without answers, he sent the ships and received a response he didn't like at all.

"All the ships were destroyed without leaving any bodies in the water..." The captain of one of the three ships reported.

"Are you saying that I lost 12 ships, which is more than half of the ships my family has?!" He exclaimed with fury, what seemed to be a promising venture turned into a great loss after all, who would guarantee that he would get back what he lost?