thebrute7
Walker of the Planes
I'm not super happy with this one. But skipping it didn't feel right either. Either way, it's something, and I'm trying to get into the habit of writing every day.
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Six
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I had never liked the water. I had a distinct terror of drowning. The very idea that I might sink into the sea and never return filled me with dread. I could swim, I was even good at it by most accounts, yet getting me to swim in anything deeper than a public pool always required significant pressure from my friends or family.
And yet as I stood atop the forecastle of the carack sailing away from King's Landing down the coast of the Crownlands, with salt wind blowing in my face, I felt no fear.
In fact, it was exhilarating. The sway of the ship and the creak of the wood as the sails caught the wind. It was all a positively unique experience, so different from the sanitary coldness of a modern boat.
I laughed into the wind. Wasn't that a crazy thing? Medieval life, even a life as fine as a royal prince's was so far removed from anything I had ever known as to be almost unrecognizable. And yet, there was something compelling about the little things.
The ship's name was Dragon's Scale, Ser Willem told me as we were being rowed out to the largest of the three huge sailing ships.
"How many ships does our fleet have," I asked as I stared up at the main-mast, the tallest of the Dragon's Scale's three masts. Her sister ships floated further out in the water.
"One hundred and fifty, perhaps a hundred and sixty ships, my lord," Ser Willem said. "At least, I think that is about right. Eighty or so are galleys."
He pointed to the smaller ships. They were not so tall as the massive, deep-sea worthy caracks, but long compared to their height, with two rows of oars on each side, one atop the other, numbering perhaps forty or fifty to a side. They were fast ships, designed for waters near to land, and were very fast.
"How many of these." I jerked my head up to the deck of the ship, where the sailors were lowering a ladder for us to climb up.
"The caracks? I would expect a dozen or so. The rest are mostly cogs, for carrying supplies and troops."
I grabbed onto the rope ladder and began my climb. I was helped up from the top of the ladder by a couple of burly, shirtless sailors, and was greeted by the captain.
"Welcome aboard the Dragon's Scale, my lord." He was a tall man, broad shouldered, with a thick brown beard, and he knelt before me.
"Rise," I said by rote. Behind me, Ser Willem had climbed up on deck. "Your name, ser?"
"Captain Arrus, my lord. But I'm no ser, just a soldier."
"I see."
Farther aft, a rowboat was being winched up to the deck, my mother and Rhaenys had been pulled up in it.
"Go greet my mother, captain," I said. "Will you have someone show Ser Willem and I to our cabins?"
"Yes, right away," the captain turned to one of is men, a thin, gaunt man with a scarred face. "Show the little lord and the knight to their cabins, Willas."
The scarred man just grunted in acknowledgment, and led us back towards the aftcastle.
And now, we were sailing away from King's Landing, and my insane father, and towards Dragonstone. A spray of water flew up the bow of the ship, drops of water scattering in the air before us.
"Be careful, my lord!" The captain's voice called from behind me. "Your mother would have me hanged if you were to fall over the side and drown on my watch."
"Do not worry, captain." I turned away from the bowsprit and gazed up at the fore-mast, billowed out above me in the wind. "Would you teach me about the ship?"
"Teach you?" The captain said. "I am a busy man, boy."
I frowned. "I would stay out of your way. And I know a little bit about sailing. Would you let me observe you at work, and ask questions at least?"
He ran a hand through his beard. "Aye. Watch and ask if you wish, my lord. But if you are in the way and I tell you to go, you will go, and not trouble me further."
"Done."
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283 AC - Entry Twenty Two
I have learned more in the last twelve days than I have in the last six months. The captain was a hard man, and not much for softening his words or acting "courtly" as he put it, but by the third day of me following him around and pestering him with questions (only when he wasn't notably busy of course) he seemed to warm to me.
Or perhaps he was simply surprised by my enthusiasm for learning everything about the running of a ship. The captain sent me off to follow other members of the crew, the ones who worked the sails, the ones who handled the cargo, even the bilge boys (Mother was none to pleased when she heard where I had been that day).
I don't know that I'll ever be a great sailor, but I believe that I will be well served by the knowledge I have gained. Ser Willem had wanted to start my swordsmanship training immediately, but I was able to persuade him to put it off until Dragonstone, so I could devote myself to learning the ins and outs of running a carack.
Rhaenys spent most of the first week sea a complete mess. She was seasick, which left her weak, and she wanted nothing more than for her mother to be there to comfort her. My mother did her best, but Rhaenys spent almost the whole voyage either sick or crying.
I think I got her to come out of her shell yesterday. She always wants me to tell her stories, ever since that day in King's Landing.
I do need to find some more stories soon, otherwise I shall be forced to repeat myself in the near future.
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"That's it? Dragonstone?"
"Aye," the captain said. I was standing next to him at the top of the aftcastle, where he would bellow commands to the sailors on deck.
It was early morning, just after the dawn on the thirteenth day of our travel. The sun was a bright spot, hanging directly above the island in the distance. There was no fog, and the sky was clear.
Dragonstone was a rocky volcanic island, formed by the volcano Dragonmont, which rose from the sea like a great black slab of rock. Soon, by the time the sun rose to its apex, we would be able to see the fortress itself on the other side of the mountain.
"I'm going to go tell Mother and Rhaenys," I said to no one in particular. The captain wouldn't care, and it wasn't as though I was asking his permission.
I vaulted over one of the railings and landed on the level below. On this level and the level below were the officer's quarters, two of which had been taken by our party, one for Ser Willem and I, the other for Rhaenys and the Queen.
I knocked on the cabin door. "Mother!"
It was Rhaenys that opened the door, rubbing at her eyes. "Come in," she slurred sleepily.
Rhaella was sitting on the bed. Our beds on the ship were nice enough, but compared to the luxurious ones in the palace, they were not particularly comfortable.
"Mother, we are in sight of Dragonstone. The captain says we'll reach the island in a few hours, and dock perhaps an hour or two after that."
"Good," she said fervently. "I am tired of this ship. It will be nice to stand on solid ground again."
I smiled and agreed.
"You'll join us for our breakfast today, won't you?" Mother asked me. "You have eaten with the captain and his officers the these last days, and have seen so little of you."
"Of course. I would be happy to."
We ate together, Rhaella and Rhaenys and I, and then I went back to the captain for the last hours of hour journey.
Dragonstone was not a large island. It was ill-suited to raising animals, and even worse as farmland. The only real resource of the island was the copious fish in the waters, which were the staple food of its population. All things considered, were it not for Dragonstone's powerful strategic position, from which the Royal Navy could control the entrance to Blackwater Bay, Dragonstone might never have been lived upon at all.
"There it is," Ser Willem said to me, directing my attention back to Dragonmont.
Slowly, as our ships sailed further along the volcano, a mass of stone that was black as night, blacker than the rock of the volcano it sat upon. The fortress of Dragonstone revealed itself to us, the seat of House Targaryen from before the construction of the Red Keep.
Dragonstone was built using methods long lost. Ancient Valyrian stonework that none could remember. In those days this place was the westernmost outpost of the old Valyrian Empire. The three windswept towers were fashioned in the shape of dragons. They overlooked the town, the ocean, and the volcano itself, with the fortress's curtain walls stretching between them. And in the center of the fortress was the Stone Drum, the central keep, so named for the noise the wind made when it blew against and around and through the tower during storms.
Soon enough, our ship had sailed past and towards the waiting docks. There were so many docks, over a hundred, built along the coast in the shadow of the mountain and the town. This was where the ships of the Royal Fleet remained docked when they were not in use.
Slowly, and with great caution, the captain brought the Dragon's Scale to a stop at her dock. The other ships were docking too, all along the uniform docks, and I could see many men laboring on the docks below, prepared for our arrival.
"Come on, Ser Willem," I said. "It's time to acquaint ourselves with our new home."
"Yes," Ser Willem replied. "And the day after tomorrow, I'll see you in the yard to begin your training. We've put off starting your swordsmanship for too long."
I flexed my hand, as though I had a sword's hilt to grasp. I wasn't sure that I would be a good swordsman, but I would try my best. I couldn't afford to be weak. Weakness gets you killed, or worse, taken advantage of.
"Excellent." I looked back up at the stone dragons that watched over Dragonstone with their unblinking eyes.
I had four, maybe as many as five months, I thought. I needed to consult my notes. The Sack of King's Landing was close, the time for action fast approaching.
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Six
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I had never liked the water. I had a distinct terror of drowning. The very idea that I might sink into the sea and never return filled me with dread. I could swim, I was even good at it by most accounts, yet getting me to swim in anything deeper than a public pool always required significant pressure from my friends or family.
And yet as I stood atop the forecastle of the carack sailing away from King's Landing down the coast of the Crownlands, with salt wind blowing in my face, I felt no fear.
In fact, it was exhilarating. The sway of the ship and the creak of the wood as the sails caught the wind. It was all a positively unique experience, so different from the sanitary coldness of a modern boat.
I laughed into the wind. Wasn't that a crazy thing? Medieval life, even a life as fine as a royal prince's was so far removed from anything I had ever known as to be almost unrecognizable. And yet, there was something compelling about the little things.
The ship's name was Dragon's Scale, Ser Willem told me as we were being rowed out to the largest of the three huge sailing ships.
"How many ships does our fleet have," I asked as I stared up at the main-mast, the tallest of the Dragon's Scale's three masts. Her sister ships floated further out in the water.
"One hundred and fifty, perhaps a hundred and sixty ships, my lord," Ser Willem said. "At least, I think that is about right. Eighty or so are galleys."
He pointed to the smaller ships. They were not so tall as the massive, deep-sea worthy caracks, but long compared to their height, with two rows of oars on each side, one atop the other, numbering perhaps forty or fifty to a side. They were fast ships, designed for waters near to land, and were very fast.
"How many of these." I jerked my head up to the deck of the ship, where the sailors were lowering a ladder for us to climb up.
"The caracks? I would expect a dozen or so. The rest are mostly cogs, for carrying supplies and troops."
I grabbed onto the rope ladder and began my climb. I was helped up from the top of the ladder by a couple of burly, shirtless sailors, and was greeted by the captain.
"Welcome aboard the Dragon's Scale, my lord." He was a tall man, broad shouldered, with a thick brown beard, and he knelt before me.
"Rise," I said by rote. Behind me, Ser Willem had climbed up on deck. "Your name, ser?"
"Captain Arrus, my lord. But I'm no ser, just a soldier."
"I see."
Farther aft, a rowboat was being winched up to the deck, my mother and Rhaenys had been pulled up in it.
"Go greet my mother, captain," I said. "Will you have someone show Ser Willem and I to our cabins?"
"Yes, right away," the captain turned to one of is men, a thin, gaunt man with a scarred face. "Show the little lord and the knight to their cabins, Willas."
The scarred man just grunted in acknowledgment, and led us back towards the aftcastle.
And now, we were sailing away from King's Landing, and my insane father, and towards Dragonstone. A spray of water flew up the bow of the ship, drops of water scattering in the air before us.
"Be careful, my lord!" The captain's voice called from behind me. "Your mother would have me hanged if you were to fall over the side and drown on my watch."
"Do not worry, captain." I turned away from the bowsprit and gazed up at the fore-mast, billowed out above me in the wind. "Would you teach me about the ship?"
"Teach you?" The captain said. "I am a busy man, boy."
I frowned. "I would stay out of your way. And I know a little bit about sailing. Would you let me observe you at work, and ask questions at least?"
He ran a hand through his beard. "Aye. Watch and ask if you wish, my lord. But if you are in the way and I tell you to go, you will go, and not trouble me further."
"Done."
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283 AC - Entry Twenty Two
I have learned more in the last twelve days than I have in the last six months. The captain was a hard man, and not much for softening his words or acting "courtly" as he put it, but by the third day of me following him around and pestering him with questions (only when he wasn't notably busy of course) he seemed to warm to me.
Or perhaps he was simply surprised by my enthusiasm for learning everything about the running of a ship. The captain sent me off to follow other members of the crew, the ones who worked the sails, the ones who handled the cargo, even the bilge boys (Mother was none to pleased when she heard where I had been that day).
I don't know that I'll ever be a great sailor, but I believe that I will be well served by the knowledge I have gained. Ser Willem had wanted to start my swordsmanship training immediately, but I was able to persuade him to put it off until Dragonstone, so I could devote myself to learning the ins and outs of running a carack.
Rhaenys spent most of the first week sea a complete mess. She was seasick, which left her weak, and she wanted nothing more than for her mother to be there to comfort her. My mother did her best, but Rhaenys spent almost the whole voyage either sick or crying.
I think I got her to come out of her shell yesterday. She always wants me to tell her stories, ever since that day in King's Landing.
I do need to find some more stories soon, otherwise I shall be forced to repeat myself in the near future.
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"That's it? Dragonstone?"
"Aye," the captain said. I was standing next to him at the top of the aftcastle, where he would bellow commands to the sailors on deck.
It was early morning, just after the dawn on the thirteenth day of our travel. The sun was a bright spot, hanging directly above the island in the distance. There was no fog, and the sky was clear.
Dragonstone was a rocky volcanic island, formed by the volcano Dragonmont, which rose from the sea like a great black slab of rock. Soon, by the time the sun rose to its apex, we would be able to see the fortress itself on the other side of the mountain.
"I'm going to go tell Mother and Rhaenys," I said to no one in particular. The captain wouldn't care, and it wasn't as though I was asking his permission.
I vaulted over one of the railings and landed on the level below. On this level and the level below were the officer's quarters, two of which had been taken by our party, one for Ser Willem and I, the other for Rhaenys and the Queen.
I knocked on the cabin door. "Mother!"
It was Rhaenys that opened the door, rubbing at her eyes. "Come in," she slurred sleepily.
Rhaella was sitting on the bed. Our beds on the ship were nice enough, but compared to the luxurious ones in the palace, they were not particularly comfortable.
"Mother, we are in sight of Dragonstone. The captain says we'll reach the island in a few hours, and dock perhaps an hour or two after that."
"Good," she said fervently. "I am tired of this ship. It will be nice to stand on solid ground again."
I smiled and agreed.
"You'll join us for our breakfast today, won't you?" Mother asked me. "You have eaten with the captain and his officers the these last days, and have seen so little of you."
"Of course. I would be happy to."
We ate together, Rhaella and Rhaenys and I, and then I went back to the captain for the last hours of hour journey.
Dragonstone was not a large island. It was ill-suited to raising animals, and even worse as farmland. The only real resource of the island was the copious fish in the waters, which were the staple food of its population. All things considered, were it not for Dragonstone's powerful strategic position, from which the Royal Navy could control the entrance to Blackwater Bay, Dragonstone might never have been lived upon at all.
"There it is," Ser Willem said to me, directing my attention back to Dragonmont.
Slowly, as our ships sailed further along the volcano, a mass of stone that was black as night, blacker than the rock of the volcano it sat upon. The fortress of Dragonstone revealed itself to us, the seat of House Targaryen from before the construction of the Red Keep.
Dragonstone was built using methods long lost. Ancient Valyrian stonework that none could remember. In those days this place was the westernmost outpost of the old Valyrian Empire. The three windswept towers were fashioned in the shape of dragons. They overlooked the town, the ocean, and the volcano itself, with the fortress's curtain walls stretching between them. And in the center of the fortress was the Stone Drum, the central keep, so named for the noise the wind made when it blew against and around and through the tower during storms.
Soon enough, our ship had sailed past and towards the waiting docks. There were so many docks, over a hundred, built along the coast in the shadow of the mountain and the town. This was where the ships of the Royal Fleet remained docked when they were not in use.
Slowly, and with great caution, the captain brought the Dragon's Scale to a stop at her dock. The other ships were docking too, all along the uniform docks, and I could see many men laboring on the docks below, prepared for our arrival.
"Come on, Ser Willem," I said. "It's time to acquaint ourselves with our new home."
"Yes," Ser Willem replied. "And the day after tomorrow, I'll see you in the yard to begin your training. We've put off starting your swordsmanship for too long."
I flexed my hand, as though I had a sword's hilt to grasp. I wasn't sure that I would be a good swordsman, but I would try my best. I couldn't afford to be weak. Weakness gets you killed, or worse, taken advantage of.
"Excellent." I looked back up at the stone dragons that watched over Dragonstone with their unblinking eyes.
I had four, maybe as many as five months, I thought. I needed to consult my notes. The Sack of King's Landing was close, the time for action fast approaching.