and he stood silently upon the deck, as lysa went to appreciate the bloodshed. when he saw two crewmen approaching, he ordered for them to throw a few of the bodies overboard as their captain had requested.
“hardly a sacrifice, but the blood should sate both the men and the drowned gods, for now.” tylan commented, watching lysa through blue eyes slightly narrowed against the brightness of the sun. he could hear the hollers and whoops of the men ravaging the rest of the ship, ——
+ questioned in any manner . soon , petite frame , now smeared with blood , came to rest upon side of ship , taking a moment to reap the aftermath . for a slight fight , - the bloodshed was beyond . something crew had been thirsting for .
“wasn’t much of a fight really, but the men seem happy. hopefully they’ll find something worthwhile below.” he then bent down, wiping a dagger on the bloodied coat of the corpse that lay upon the deck.
it wasn’t much of a fight, but enough perhaps to satiate the bloodthirsty appetite of the crew. once the merchant’s men were quickly dealt with, blood staining the deck, tylan strode about, making sure not one soul was left alive, finishing a few unfortunate ——
+ to throat , other plunging into gut , over , and over , til crimson wept and stained her ; there was no contest . aside from the odd cry , - whimpers of desperation , and the last gasps of life , silence began to grow , one echoing death .
men off, as the crew went below to salvage and pillage whatever the ship had once been carrying. this merchant ship would never make it to its destination; whatever goods it carried would now belong to them.
“well…" tylan said, a sigh in his voice as he approached lysa. ——
ceruleans narrow , - ever so slight glare shot in his direction , dare she even purse lips into a pout . “ you weren’t exactly quiet either .” now , she plays along .
merchant ship dweller away as he took his sword into his hand. the sun was bright, high in the sky, and the sea salt was on his skin and his hair as the assault began.
he stood by her side, behind her as she rallied the men together. there were exclamations of agreement from those gathered, ready to wet their swords with blood and plunder whatever it was the unfortunate merchant carried upon his vessel. only too quickly did their ship close —
+ them , then board . there , we will take what we want , 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 ! honour the drowned , and spill blood until the seas turn red .” crew , now instructed .
any distance between them, and tylan shouted, “brace yourselves men!” just before they were to ram the offending merchant. delight in the eyes of the ironborn, terror in those upon the other ship.
lithely, tylan made his way abroad, kicking a brave (or foolish?) ——