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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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Jon returned to his fleet with the 13 ships heading back to the open sea, while the fleet was stationed.
"You finally came back." Seryna went to greet her husband with Arya, "You got a good deal, I presume?" she asked.
"You can say that, Arya negotiated for the first time, then I met the lord of Casterly Rock and we had some action on the way here," Jon spoke.
"I met the dwarf known as the Imp!" Arya exclaimed as she approached.
"Dwarf...? Do not offend us little one, that is just a man with a height problem, true dwarves are us!" A dwarf exclaimed upon hearing Arya and seemed to take offense.
Jon just sighed and returned to his men. "Anyway, prepare for us to return to Artica," Jon warned.
The men nodded and began to move while organizing the fleet, "My king..." An Artican scout approached; he had captured a seagull on the journey and took it as his bond animal while traveling miles from the fleet to navigate the sea.
"Speak," Jon urged him to continue.
"We spotted 10 ships to the north... they are Greyjoy flags as you taught us. They saw us from a distance, but did not approach," he spoke and Jon nodded.
"So it seems the squids are curious about us, but let them be, we have no time for such things, our goal is to pass through all the forces that Westeros will throw at us by sea, I see that they tried everything to stop us," Jon spoke, he had no time to destroy some squids, they had a long journey.
"Of course, my king," the man nodded before Jon approached the captain.
"Was there anything that happened while I was away?" he asked.
"Well... nothing much, besides Eric comforting his distressed southern wife after learning we attacked Oldtown," the man spoke and Jon nodded.
"I can't blame her, but she will have a good life in Artica, so the South can be our enemy," Jon spoke in the end.
"Let's go inside," Jon asked his wife as he moved away from his men while she nodded. The Artican men quickly began working on the fleet as the ships began to align before starting to head south at this moment, the fleet soon began to disappear on the horizon.
Meanwhile, in Lannisport, the only ship that survived the attack arrived with a single survivor, while Tywin approached with his family.
"My lord..." A Lannister guard greeted him while maintaining a cautious tone.
"Tell me what happened! There were 30 ships at sea, why do I only see one?!" Tywin could not help but be a little worried.
"There are no other ships nearby... this was the only one that came back with a survivor and the men are afraid to go see what happened so as not to be attacked..." he spoke.
"A survivor... bring him here!" Tywin spoke waiting to find out what happened, but at that moment the Lannister guards began to exit the ship while bringing a large man on a stretcher, covered in blood, screaming incomprehensibly in pain, he was tied up as he was brought close.
"Is this the man?!" Tyrion could not be more shocked.
"..." Jaime's eyes trembled towards his brother.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
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