Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 18

<Night time, Baratheon Fleet (Commander: Stannis), Blackwater Bay, The Narrow Sea...>

The ships of Stannis Baratheon's fleet - once part of the Royal Navy - sailed onwards, with numerous soldiers and sailors stocking up weapons and the like as the sea brought them closer to war.

Upon one such vessel was the recently named Hand of King Stannis Baratheon - Ser Davos Seaworth.

The Onion Knight walked alongside the starboard side of the ship before looking standing upon the poop quarter, surveying the ships following behind his own.

In truth, the man was worried.

After all, four of his seven sons were on the two other Seaworth ships beside his whilst he was with Matthos.

He hoped that - at the very least - his sons would survive the night.

Upon the King Robert's Warhammer, the Rightful - by Baratheon claim - King of the Seven Kingdoms, King Stannis Baratheon, watched his fleet and army with a shred gaze.

Soon now, his army would reach the capital... and he would win the battle and sit the Iron Throne.

Soon.

He didn't really care that many of the Stormlander forces within the holds of the ships were sick of the sea, many of them vomiting up their dinners in the barrels placed for those prone to seasickness.

It was a disgusting situation.

Aboard his own ship, Ser Davos walked up beside his own son before he the lad spoke, "The tide's against us."

"Aye, but we have the wind. She'll blow us straight to the gates." The elder Seaworth answered.

"You're coming home." Matthos stated.

"King's Landing hasn't been home for 20 years. I spent most of my life dodging the Royal Fleet. And now I'm sailing right at them." Davos contemplated quietly, observing the turning tides of his life.

"This is the Royal Fleet. And you're not a smuggler anymore, you're the High Captain." Ever the righteous patriot, Matthos stated his opinion fervently.

Davos truly wondered how - out of his all his sons (most of them being nono-believers) - it was Matthos that taken to fervent worship.

"Of course, there are... several royal fleets at the moment." Davos replied with a wry smirk.

"Not after tonight. When the sun rises, Stannis will sit on the Iron Throne and you will be his Hand." Matthos retorted, fully convinced in their victory.

"Gods be good." Davos said the old saying of Westeros.

"God." Matthos corrected with a tone that brokered no argument to his belief.

"Father, there is only one and he watches over us." The younger Seaworth spoke.

Davos replied with, "But not over them?"

"Over all of us." Matthos answered fervently.

"The people of King's Landing did not choose the False King, Joffrey Baratheon. They will be glad to see his head on a spike." Matthos spoke in a soft tone.

"First, we have to put it there." Davos replied seriously.

"Our ships outnumber theirs, 10 - 1. Our army outnumbers theirs 5 - 1." Matthos repeated the number count, which was one of the reasons why morale was high about their promised victory awaiting the Baratheon Army at the Capital.

"And the Northerners proved that they could push back an army that outnumbers them 20 - 1. Besides, those walls have never been breached, and the men guarding those walls, when they see you, they don't see a liberator, they see a stranger come to set their city on fire." Davos lectured sternly.