Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 5: Adventure

-Jon Snow/Aegon Targaryen- White Harbor-

Jon arrived at the docks, the sun was high in the sky, providing warmth and glare. The air he was using as breath smelt of the salty currents and seaweed. 

Jon had spent the last couple days riding, only stopping to rest once. He hoped there was at least one ship headed to Essos, if there wasn't...he didn't want to think about that.

Jon searched the docks for quite some time, asking captain after captain if they were heading east, but every time he asked, they scoffed and turned around, proceeding to ignore him.

Jon was extremely frustrated by the time he got to the end of the deck, where a large solid ship was docked, a captain drinking from a cup watching the salty cold waters curl into waves.

Jon took a deep breath, knowing this was his last chance, fear settling deep in his heart. Nonetheless he approached and cleared his throat.

The man turned; Jon swallowed nervously as he noticed the scars across the man's older face. He looked more than double Jon's age, maybe 4 and 10?

"Hey boy, what can I do for ya?" his deep voice asked.

Jon offered up a small smile. "Hello, is there any chance your ship is going east? Possibly to Pentos?" Jon asks, clenching his satchel handle tight.

The Captain doesn't immediately turn away, which gives Jon some hope, he then looks up and down at Jon's figure, a thinking looks on his face.

"Depends on how much coin ya got. How much ya willingly to give me?" The captain asks, raising his eyebrow.

Jon reaches into his bag and pulls out one of the coin sacks, showing the man. The man's eyes go wide.

"Hmmm, that'll do. Your lucky boy, we are departing at sunset, I can get ya a cabin of your own for that much if ya would like?" He offers.

Jon smiles. "Yes, I would. I will be back at sunset then I guess?"

The captain nods and stands, Jon steps backwards, almost stumbling and falling over as the captain towers over him. He is enormous. More tall and more muscular then anyone he had ever seen.

Jon places the coins back in his satchel and holds out his hand to shake. "Deal." He says.

The captain smiles. "Deal boy. Sunset. Bring ya money."

Jon smiles as the strong bearded captain grabs his hand firmly and shakes it, before sitting back down and taking a long sip from his ale.

Jon walks away from the docks smiling, his adventure just beginning, filled with new hope.

Jon finds himself in a bar, drawing on his notepad and occasionally sipping from his ale. He smiled as he drew, trying his best to make it as detailed as possible. 

Everything seemed to be going perfectly, he had secured travel to Pentos, giving him the chance to save Daenerys before it was too late.

Not only that, but the fact he was out of his comfort zone excited him. Yes it also inflicted some fear, however it was not a terrible fear, change was scary, but change was also beautiful and he was ready to welcome it.

As he finished his drawing he smiled wider, the finished product better then he thought it would turn out to be.

Suddenly his notepad was ripped out from his hands, making him yelp in shock, jumping in his seat.

He looked up at the man who was now holding his notebook, Jon had to crane his neck to look at the man from his seating position, the man was even taller then the captain. Bigger too. He had dark black hair, his beard was long but well kept.