And so it began. Claw Isle, was badly Defended, most men was at the Feast And Tournament at Kings Landing. And here, when all the eyes was fixed on the Capital, a bloodbath ensued. the ships had docked peacefully in the Dark of the night and then... The attack began, they almost didn't realise what was happening before it was too late. Open gates and unknown enemies was the conditions the small Island had to fight with. Winning this was highly unlikely.
A rough voice commanded the attacking men.
"Aswen! Take 400 men around the Island, make sure no-one leaves is. Burn all their ships except for Red Claw, Take that and sail back here with it, I've always wanted my own Flagship."
He turned to another man.
"Take 50 men make sure the gate stays open."
And another.
"You, go kill all inside the keep, take a hundred, there is bound to be some kind of resistance in there... I will take my 200 and go down their cellars. OKAY everybody, Take everything to our ships be careful with the wares!"