In Taverns Dreams:
(Valaar POV)
Myr, how you missed the city. Well actually you didn't, but the lads surely did, because they knew that there was going to be much profit in Lys. Or rather they knew there would be much whoring at the City. Despite the lads being unmarried and not tied down, you make sure that they didn't get themselves into debt.
Their mothers would be very upset if they wound up in prison, and you were not in the mood to pay ransoms.
Yet as you sat, drinking at the tavern, you were utterly bewildered when you heard a horn. A merchant's horn. The Horn of the Magistrate.
And he never sounded the horn unless he wanted to speak to someone.
And in came the Grand Admiral of the Narrow sea, for the Triarchy. Craghas Drahar. Otherwise known as the Crabfeeder. A vile vicious bastard that had on many occasions tried to arrest you on trumped-up charges, to get your ship, and crew to serve him.
Yet here he waited, before he joined the table, making the entire tavern vacate.
"Silent one." He said with a glare as he took a seat, a knife twirling around as you eyed him. "Have you heard the news?"
You nodded as you leaned back into your seat. "The Triarchy now rules Myr." Yes you had heard about it, the Eternal Alliance that would dominate southern Essosi politics. If it could actually survive longer than a decade.
You did not speak, instead you just rolled your eyes. The Crabfeeder was not amused at the lack of reaction, as her lurched forward and grabbed you. "It would be very well that I kill you now, a thorn in my side that was always escaping and smuggling. Even if I had no proof, Westerosi are all criminals and vagabonds, who have no respect for civilization, and order."
Coming from a man who feeds people to crabs? Rich as a Lysini whore.
Why haven't you? Because you can't.
The Crab Feeder let go. "There is a tax now on Westerosi ships. All Westerosi ships. Five hundred dragons."
And now he was pissing you off. "If you don't pay them, your ship will be seized, and its crew…" He gave a smile. "Well, The slave markets have become very bare as of late, of Westerosi slaves."
You stood up to face him. "You have one hour." He ordered. "The gold, or your life? What is more important?"
Honor, but since he had none, you wouldn't mind if you did that. He was a fool, he should have captured you.
You whistled, and your crew stood up and ran towards the ship. The lads knew that they would die soon. Best do what you came here for them.
The Crab Feeder was quiet, but he then smiled. "Goodbye Valaar."
You then nodded.
Well time to ruin his day.
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The ship was full of women. Many of them were going to be forced into becoming pillow slaves or worse.
And you had just stolen three ships worth of them. The Lads did well.
You looked to your first mate. "Everything is in order." You signed and he nodded. "Set sail to Westeros, Storm's end, I'm sure Lord Baratheon will be pleased to learn about how many of his daughters are being returned to the Stormlands."
"We still haven't found out who is running the operation to get slaves out of Westeros Captian?" His first mate replied.
"But they do not know who is disrupting their slave trade. Now to the North gentlemen." You signed.
"And send a rider to King's Landing. Tell the Old King that the mission was accomplished."
AN: Well it turns out that dear old Dad is one badass dude.