𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐫. Overall the trip was peaceful thanks to Davos' knowledge of the sea along with his orderly command of the sailors. During that time Geralt did his best to busy himself around the ship, learning more about sailing beyond his knowledge on small boats. It amazed him how complex the warship was, relying on the full sails for traveling while the oars were for quick bursts of speed and maneuverability in battle. The whole crew required complete coordination to ensure the ship worked effectively, which Stannis and Davos managed in orderly fashion.
Geralt also made sure to check up with the rest of his companions during the voyage. With Arya he continued her training, though most of it was simply observing her during sword practice to ensure her safety and correct on her technique. With Sansa he chatted with every so often along with Barristan who continued to watch over her. Thoros, Syrio and Beric were good company to have during meal times or during training sessions with the other soldiers.
He was eager to meet Robb after so many months to discuss everything that had happened. From his father's death, new role as Warden and now having to work out an alliance with Stannis was obviously a major task for the young man. The outcome would determine both how well the rest of the North would follow his lead along with Stannis how would view him. Even if an alliance wasn't forged, there was a chance Robb could at least earn the respect of stern king.
"Just wish we where there to get it all over with..." He muttered as he left the crew deck, heading up to the top deck to get an idea on their location. It had been clear weather for the last few days and it seemed such conditions would exist for the remainder of the voyage. The crew was relaxed currently, doing simple tasks across the deck and making sure the sails were properly set. His gaze did focus west towards the distant cliff riddled shoreline. The coastline was a mix of thin peninsulas that created bays that lead into distant rivers that flowed out from the mountainous Vale. The Witcher's attention moved to the wheel of the ship where Davos was, the gruff captain calmly guiding the ship on a steady course. Thoros and Beric were nearby, with the minor lord peering through a spyglass aimed to the top of the cliffs. The two were muttering to each other, only pausing when Thoros noticed Geralt approaching them.
