The rows wrapped in linen clothes make no sound as the ships sail towards their target. The stripped hull of the Valyrian, Saan's immense flagship, leads the way. Small candles and ropes help the fleet stay in a cohesive formation, orders are muttered instead of yelled. Led by pirates and slavers who know well how to attack unexpectedly the fleet advances through the Narrow sea cautiously. In the decks the troops stand in battle formation, their weapons readied to battle and landing upon the island's shores. The Pirate Lord has to conquer the island with a stealthed attack, a sudden assault to capture the Targaryen ancestral abode. Slowly and under the moon the fleet approaches the volcanic island. Samarro wearing leather and light mail seats on a throne overseeing the operation and surrounded by his silent Lyseni bodyguards and various retainers, including his eldest son and lieutenant.
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