The valyrian Freehold

Chapter 25: The Isle of Dreams part one

Far, we have sailed, creeping into the tiny crevices of a merchant's hand to bid our time, learning from our informants but always in reach of news.

No matter the sway of the land, a lover's hand is never far from reach. The thunder that trembles in the sky may only know half of their might the rest is laid buried in the map of their hearts. His blood mixed between the seas as he buried the coin deeper into his flesh. He recalls the rhyme; the one he uses every night, in hopes to call his sailor home.

"I have given up a coin for an eye,

My bones have all but gone dry,

I've been led astray by the serpent's grasp.

It reached too far and clawed at my eye,

but it is yet to be seen if they will resent me for my greed.

Will my lover prevail upon her moonlit night?

Or has it forgotten it's shine and need for wealth.

Like the moon its beauty has faded no longer enticing.

'Craven' are my words and thoughts that lay buried behind my skull of tears, I welcome thee to the isle of dreams".

Roger looks out, as his eyes fill with tears; he removes himself from the deck to take residence in the captain's upper quarters. His maps covered the room only leaving a small space on the bunk closest to the door. Due to his weight, one of them fell on the floor pinpointing to the south of Essos, where they resided across the summer sea in a vast continent which is known as Sothoryos and to the east of them is the Southern Jade.

They crossed these treacherous waters that held the landscape of Ghis and its inhabitants in hopes of making a home for the corsairs. A place to rest when the seas become unagreeable or the monsters it hides can no longer withstand its thirst for blood carrying us down into the depths of untold fortune.

He has seen ships sunken at sea, children taken from the breast of their mother's, thieves and treasures all alike, but never has he forgotten the isle of dreams. We call it that because it sounds prettier. I was told that once, that you may have prayed for sleep a moment of rest perhaps, but you may always be met with horror so bleak that you may never want to sleep again. Days you have roamed. You should have turned back, and I should've never taken my eyes off you. The deeper you went, the further you lost your way and so, did I.

The true torture is not the creatures or the dead you may have faced, but the rumbling of the seas we may never set sail nor reach again. My dreams are simple, they are the combination of sorrow and want. Remembrance is just a tear lost he thought, as his eyes closed.

"It was dark among the trees, where the moon did not reach". During such hours a terrible sound so frightening could be heard. "No one was safe. No life was certain". (George R.R. Martin quote)

Rogers remained at Gorgai the Isle of tears as his captain commanded. He wouldn't have survived a day in these hellish grounds, burden by these silly questions it was and still is the only thing keeping them alive. I even doubt he remained on the port. What information did he gather? What lover did he claim? How was he faring? Was he even alive? Did he believe me dead? How many years has it been? Or has it truly only been a few days? The sea called to us on many nights, the crashing of the waves, the sound of the Krakens, the whispers of gold. It drove him mad with anguish.

"Sorrowful are these tears, 'O' sailor, bind me to the mast among the sea, leave me astray among the Gods you fear". A prayer to every man they have lost thus far. Upon our arrival some years ago, we have been met with odd and peculiar sightings. These were just a few scriptures of those who could read and write tailing our adventures of places you should never go if you are sent to this part of the isle.