Ambush at Sea

Jon was sprawled out on a chair he had on deck enjoying the sun and the sea breeze, he had his eyes closed and a smile on his face but it was ruined by the screech of what seemed like a wild animal.

"I AM THE KING!!!!"

Jon had heard that line at least one hundred times during the past day and it got annoying the second time he said it 'I wonder if Cersei would forgive me for throwing him overboard' he thought to himself as his gaze shifted to the lower deck where Joffrey Baratheon was on his knees scrubbing the deck. Jon had thrown out his expensive clothes and made him wear the simple tunic and breeches of a peasant, Joffrey hated this of course complaining of how much they itched and how badly they smelled, Jon reminded him that the smell was him.

Jon got out of his seat and leaned across the railing to watch Joffrey who was currently under the watch of Samaya "You are the king? Of what? That bucket of dirty water? Good then you can use it to clean the deck" she said before going back to ignoring him and working through her sword forms. Joffrey stood up and slammed the wet cloth to the deck "I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS DISRESPECT!!!" He shouted as he stared angrily at Samaya.

Samaya looked at him with a bored expression "What will you do about it?" She asked as she stood in front of him with her arms out.

Joffrey stared at her with a malicious gaze "I WILL HAVE YOU EXECUTED!!!" He shouted as a venomous smile emerged on his face.

Samaya nodded her head "And will you be the one doing the execution?" She asked which caused Joffrey's smile to disappear and a look of confusion to mar his face "No of course not you fool, I shall have my guards do that for me!" He replied.

Samaya nodded once again then looked around "And where are these guards you speak of? Because I cannot see them" she said as she gestured with her arms. Joffrey started to get angry "WHEN WE GET BACK I WILL EXECUTE YOU!!!" He shouted in frustration.

Samaya made an 'O' shape with her mouth "So you're saying the guards are not here?" She asked but before he could answer she already approached him and booted him in the chest with enough force to make him sail across the deck hitting the side of the ship. Joffrey screamed in pain as he hit it and started to cry "Remember Samaya! Nothing we can't fix" Jon shouted from the top deck, Samaya looked up at him and nodded her head.

As she approached Joffrey the boy cowed away from her afraid of what she might do "Here is your first lesson boy!" She said sternly as she grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him holding him over the side of the ship.

Joffrey screamed again and started to weep even more "Your title means about as much to me as it does the fish in the sea, all I see before me is a weak boy with no strength and no interest to get any. You are lucky Jon is not interested in the throne otherwise he would have ripped your body in two and mounted both pieces on the walls of Kings Landing" she said as she snarled.

Jon raised an eyebrow 'That's going a bit far' he thought to himself with a smirk 'I'd probably use the Iron Throne the kill him, always wanted to do something like that'.

Samaya pushed him further over the edge making Joffrey scream more "Tell me boy what are you!!!" She shouted at first he didn't say anything and was too focused on being held over the edge but when Samaya started loosening his grip he relented "I'M WEAK!!!" He screamed out with tears in his eyes.

"And who would follow a weak king!" She added still loosening her grip "NO ONE, NO ONE, NO ONE WOULD FOLLOW ME!!!" He cried out, and Samaya finally dragged him back onto the ship and threw him onto the deck "Now scrub the deck clean your arms look like fish bones" she said before walking away and continuing her sword forms.

Jon stood and watched as Joffrey sobbed for a few more minutes before dragging himself back to the bucket and cleaning the deck. While the whole situation amused him he did feel a bit bad for Joffrey 'Probably would've made me cry too' he thought to himself. Though he also couldn't help but be slightly aroused by the way she acted.

"Shouldn't you be the one teaching him?" Obella who was at the wheel of the ship asked. Jon shrugged his shoulders "I'm delegating like a captain would" he replied.

Obella raised an eyebrow at him "And what is the captain's task? To sit on his backside and get slowly drunk" she asked rhetorically. Jon turned to her and gave her a lazy smile "And they say you're the dumb one" he replied with amusement in his voice. He went to sit back down and reach for his bottle of Arbour reserve, which was courtesy of Cersei and her private collection. Obella's spear hit it making it smash against the deck floor.

Jon looked down in disbelief before looking back up at Obella who had a small grin on her face "My apologies Captain I guess I must be dumb after all"

Jon just sat in his chair as he silently cursed and crossed his arms.

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(Near Sharp Point)

Gendry lumbered over the plank from his ship onto the flagship of the Bastards' small fleet, he wasn't looking forward to this as he was sure by now that Mya had heard about what happened in Kings Landing, as soon as he crossed over he saw Edric leaning against the mast of the ship with an infuriating grin on his face that made Gendry want to smash his face into the ground "Here comes the mighty conquerer, though you must be the ugliest one I've ever seen, what happened to your face brother? Did you fall down the stairs" Edric said with a grin on his face.

Gendry scowled at his brother as he nursed his jaw "Fuck off Edric, just tell me where she is" he growled as he stomped across the deck ignoring his brothers laughing "She's not happy Genny dear I'd cover your balls if I were you" Eric called out after him making some of the other men chuckle as well. Gendry grits his teeth and ignores their mocking laughs before making his way to the captain's cabin. He knocked on the door with a heavy palm, and his nervousness increased as no one responded, as he was about to knock again "Enter" Mya's voice echoed through the door.

Gendry opened the door and crouched entering inside the smaller doorframe. Inside the windows had all been covered and there was no light at all apart from the light that Gendry had let in "Close the Door" he heard Mya say from further inside. Gendry lumbered further inside before shutting the door completely his anger and frustration at being so easily knocked out by Jon Snow was soon overtaken by the nervousness he felt being in the presence of his sister. Between the three of them Edric was the talker, while he liked to make jokes and mess around he was rather good at making friends and convincing people to side with him. Gendry was the fighter, if he had a Warhammer in hand then there was next to nothing that could stop him, especially now with his artefact in hand. But Mya was a killer, she was a stone-cold killer who took pleasure in seeing the light die from someone's eyes though she did well in hiding it from most people.

Gendry had seen her cut the eyelids off a man as she commanded her men to rape his wife and daughter, in the end, Gendry had done the man a favour and snapped his neck so he didn't have to witness it anymore, though there was little he could do for the wife and daughter. However, it seemed their Uncle Stannis respected that kind of ruthlessness and the will to get the job done no matter what so he made her the official leader of their band. And while she admittedly did he good job she wasn't one that accepted disobedience or failure.

"What happened to your face..." Mya's voice echoed out from the dark, Gendry stood there looking around not quite sure where the voice came from "I was beaten by Jon Snow in a fight, Varys reports were naught but lies he's much stronger than I am" Gendry said as unconsciously touched his hand to his jaw.

He heard Mya start to giggle "Much smarter than you maybe but it's doubtful he's much stronger, Varys' information has not proved wrong yet so it's much more likely you're just a fool" he heard her say before he saw a small light flicker into existence as Mya lit a candle with the tip of her finger, she sat in a chair in front of him with her legs crossed "Tell me, Brother, we had a plan to take Snow, why did you not follow along with it," she said in a calm voice as she stared at him.

Gendry tutted "Snow was vulnerable, he was completely drunk and didn't have any weapons on him-"

"And yet you failed to take him prisoner, it seems even drunk and without a weapon Snow is more than a match for you" she said interrupting him and making Gendry growl.

"Your failure has alerted Snow that someone is on his trail and hunting him down, he will be more careful and more on his guard" she said with anger in her voice as she stood up from her seat, but not before extinguishing the light once again covering the room in darkness "Our fleet shall wait at Sharpe Point and ambush him, understood?" She said seemingly right in his face.

Gendry felt sweat mar his forehead "Yes sister" he simply said as he stood there trying not to shake "Oh and Gendry, if you ever disobey orders again I will flag the skin from your bones and have you watch as I feed it to the fishes" she said before a large ball of fire grew and was shot at Gendry lifting him off his feet and smashing through the door and out onto the deck.

"Hahahahaha" Edric laughed as he was still leaned against the mast watching a slightly burned Gendry stumble to his feet.

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Jon leaned against the side of his ship as he watched Joffrey swing a long stick. Jon had told him to take his shirt off while he did these exercises and was quite impressed with what he saw, it seemed he had inherited his father's body and was gifted with a body made for fighting. However, it would mean very little if he continued on his path, not training and being a coward.

Joffrey huffed and breathed heavily as he swung the stick for the hundredth time "Start from the beginning your form was off and your shoulders are slumped" Jon simply said before going back to quietly observing him. Joffrey felt anger bubble up inside him, he'd been told to swing this damn stick one hundred times but every time he reached one hundred the bastard would come up with some excuse as to why he had to start again.

Joffrey scowled at Jon "I am tired of doing this pointless exercise what has any of this got to do with being a king!!!" Joffrey shouted as he threw the stick on the deck of the ship and faced Jon. Jon looked at him lazily as he sighed "Do you know why your father was remembered even after he died?" Jon asked

Joffrey with a scowl still marring looked at Jon venomously "My Father was murdered by you!!!" He shouted as he practically spat the words out.

Jon shrugged "Your father refused to let go of a grudge that spanned over a decade and didn't even involve me, and look where it got him, now he's dead" he said

"But your father will be remembered for what he was, the Demon of the Trident, one of the most fierce warriors in the history of Westeros. But he was a poor excuse for a King" Jon continued as he walked up and picked up the sick from the deck.

Jon walked up to Joffrey and shoved the stick in his arms "A weak man can never be a good King, it's unfortunate that Robert was never interested in ruling a man with his strength might've made the realm better"

Jon then walked back to the edge of the shop and sat upon it "So I'll teach you how to be strong before I teach you what makes a good King" he finished.

Joffrey who was still scowling looked at the stick in his hand and was tempted to throw it on the ground once more "But if by the time the trip ends I see you are nothing but another Mad King, I'll snap your neck and leave you on the docks of Kings Landing despite what your mothers wishes" Jon added which made Joffrey freeze as Jon's words were delivered with a coldness that made him shiver. Joffrey turned around and ignored Jon before going back to swinging the stick.

Jon chuckled to himself before jumping off the edge and walking up the stairs to the upper deck "Should I kill the boy now? It'll save us the trouble of doing it later" Samaya said as she steered the wheel of the ship. Jon smiled and shook his head as he leaned next to her "He has a hint of madness but I hope it is not too late, I will fulfil my promise and do all I can" Jon replied.

Samaya looked him in the eyes "And will you fulfil the words you said to the boy if he cannot live up to your expectations" she asked.

Jon looked at her for a moment before turning away and looking out at the sea. They had been hugging the coast for a while but now they were just about to leave the Gullet and enter the Narrow Sea, after that it should be smooth sailing until they reached the northern waters but he'd worry about that when it came to it.

*HORN*

Jon was immediately alert as he looked towards where the sound came from "Samaya take us away from the coast!" He said sternly as he lifted his hand and summoned his axe from the lower deck as he walked down the stairs. He banged on the door to the cabin multiple times "Obella! Ambush! Put the little twat away and get your spear ready!!!" He shouted through the walls, he heard shuffling inside so he knew she heard him.

As they turned away from the coast Jon saw half a dozen ships pour out from beyond Sharpe Point 'Not pirates, ships are too well made' Jon thought to himself but he wasn't sure who they were, they weren't flying any banners at all which meant they wanted to keep themselves unknown. This was an ambush and based on the things that have happened recently it's likely to assume it's directed at him. He was attacked in the tavern they were in last night but if he was honest he didn't remember much of that night at all.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING!!!" Joffrey screeched as he saw the ships appear, he dropped the stick in fright as he heard men from the other ship shouting and jeering "We are being ambushed" Jon said calmly. However, he didn't say anything else leading to Joffrey getting angrier "WELL WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT YOU SIMPLETON, YOU NEED TO PROTECT YOUR KING!!!" He shouted, Jon just sighed and turned around before slapping him with the back of his hand, the force was enough to knock him out and send him to the ground. He then moved him out of the way with his feet kicking him to the side.

At this point, Obella opened the door with her spear in hand and a pissed-off look on her face, though that's what Jon thought at least she made that face so often perhaps it was her normal look "Who are they!?" Obella said sternly as she sided up against Jon.

Jon shrugged his shoulders "Are they after this shit?" She said as she pointed her spear at Joffrey. Jon shrugged once again "They might be after me but it's possible they'd want him as well" he replied, getting a sharp nod from her.

Jon then smiled smugly "Don't worry, the Princess Lyanna is the fastest ship in Westeros, they won't be able to catch us" he said confidently. However, his confidence was soon lost when the ships started firing their ballistas.

*THUD*

Jon looked down and saw a metal bolt sticking out of his ship, the bolt had a long rope that led straight to the other ship "Unless they do that" Jon said sheepishly as Obella gave him an angry look.

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

Jon silently cursed as more and more bolts were launched 'They must really want one of us alive' he thought to himself. He couldn't cut the lines fast enough, and his ship was slowly being pulled towards the half a dozen ships that had ambushed them. Eventually, Jon stopped trying to cut the rope "Obella! Samaya! Cut the ropes from the bolts and get us loose" he commanded.

Obella frowned but nodded "What will you be doing," she asked, Jon gave her a cocky grin "I'll show them why ambushing us on the water was a grave mistake," he told her before jumping on the edge of the ship and holding Winter Weaver in front of him. He focused intently on the axe, Winter Weaver was an artefact that was only limited by a person's imagination, power was not an issue as the axe was connected to winter itself.

Jon had mostly become immune to the cold when he started using the axe properly, but even now his breath fogged up and his body shivered, his axe looked to be made completely of ice. And while he tried to contain the cold to just the axe his surroundings started to freeze over. Jon decided this should be enough and he wound his arm back and threw his axe towards the other ship, he smirked as his axe landed right in the middle of his ship and the others. Like an explosion a field of ice formed on the surface of the water stretching from Jon's ship to the enemies, one of the ambush ships that was unlucky enough to be closer than the others was entirely frozen over.

Jon breathed heavily as he looked across the field of ice with a smug expression, they could no longer pull their ships closer together "Are you an idiot!" Obella shouted at him as she hung off the side cutting the ropes attached to the ballista. Jon frowned and looked at her "What do you mean they can't pull us closer anymore" he told them.

Obella pinched the bridge of her nose "They don't need to now, you've given them a platform to board us" she explained making Jon curse 'I need to stop drinking so much' he thought to himself before jumping off the ship and onto the ice "The plan stays the same, cut the ropes and get the ship away I'll keep them busy" he told them before walking towards the other ships. The men on the other ships were already climbing down and charging against him.

Jon held out his hand and his axe cracked through the ice and landed in his hand, the first dozen or so enemies were nearly upon him when he reached the middle of the field. Jon slammed the head of his axe down on the ice which sent shards up into the air, he then spun around and slammed his axe into them which launched them at the enemy taking most of them down.

When the first man swung at him with his sword, Jon ducked underneath and kneed him in the stomach before grabbing him by the throat and slamming him to the ground. He threw his axe at another person who was close and it sunk deeply into his flesh launching him back several feet, Jon grabbed the sword hand of a soldier who had swiped at him and used it to block against another, before crushing the man's hand and taking his sword, he then quickly parried the other solider and flicking his wrist which sent his sword sailing across the ice. In a single spin side cut he managed to cleave both of their heads off, at this point the men who were charging from the other ship looked more unsure but still charged towards him.

Jon recalled his axe before hitting it into the ground again and sending spikes of ice shooting up from the ground piercing the feet of a lot of the men "I thought you guys would be more of a challenge" Jon said cockily as he put his Axe on his shoulder. However he quickly had to move as what looked like a slash of fire was sent towards him, he rolled towards the side before looking at where he was just standing. There was a large gash in the ice where he just was and he immediately scanned the enemies to find the perpetrator "I was hoping that one would get you" a man said as he emerged from the crowd of men with a flaming sword.

"I'm afraid I'm more stubborn than that" He replied making the man laugh "I'm sure you are, now I usually love a nice chat but I'm on a schedule and I've only been given five minutes alone with you" he said as he flourished his blade melting the ice spikes in front of them.

Jon raised an eyebrow "You must be confident if you think you can beat me, but I'll humour you for a bit" he said lifting his axe off his shoulder and getting ready "May I know the name of the person who so confidently believes they'll best me in five minutes" Jon asked.

The man smiled "I am Edric Storm, I must admit it'll be nice to rub this victory in my brother's face" he said as his sword flared brighter with flames and he charged towards Jon.

Jon smirked as he got ready to fight, he repeated what he did previously and sent a flurry of ice shards towards Edric but the man managed to melt them before they hit his body, he then swiped down and a large slash of flames was sent towards Jon who jumped out of the way, though it seemed to be a distraction as Edric arced his blade and slashed down on Jon who managed to bring his axe up to block in time. Though the clash was short-lived as Jon was a lot stronger than Edric, he pushed Edric with a large amount of strength and he was sent a few metres back.

He then rushed in and took another swing at Jon who ducked underneath before swinging his axe at Edric's stomach, though Edric managed to jump back in time, he then pointed his sword at Jon and the flames brightened before shooting a ball of flames at him which Jon blocked by using his axe as a makeshift shield. Edric then sent a kick at Jon which caught him in the face and sent him to the ground, before following up and trying to stab the ground where he was, Jon managed to roll out of the way but was unable to avoid the explosion of flame Edric released from his sword when he stabbed it into the ice.

He was launched back a couple dozen feet as he skidded across the ice. Jon sighed as he stood up and looked at his ship, he saw that they had finished releasing the ship from the ballista bolts and were watching him fight 'Time to end this I suppose' he thought to himself before facing Edric in a casual stance. Edric who assumed Jon had given up charged him with a manic smile, he swung his sword down where Jon was expecting him to be badly wounded, however, Jon just sidestepped the swing and did something that shocked Edric.

Jon grabbed his blade with his hand, Edric looked at him in shock as he tried to pull his blade away but he was too weak "H-How" Edric simply said as he looked at Jon.

Jon smirked at him "I may go by Jon Snow but don't forget that I was born Daemon Targaryen, and fire cannot harm a Dragon" he said before punching him hard in the face breaking his nose and sending him skidding across the ice, and his sword clattered to the ice. As Jon walked towards him to finish him off he saw that all the men from the ice had retreated back towards the ships, he squinted his eyes and looked intently and saw a woman standing on the bow of her ship looking towards him, she then lifted her hand up and a small spark of light seemed to ignite. However, very quickly this small spark started to grow and it quickly surpassed that of a carriage 'Okay time to go' he thought to himself as he ran back towards the ship.

He pushed himself off the ice cracking it as he did and landed on the ship" Let's go!" He shouted, it seemed that they'd kept one last ballista attached so they wouldn't sail away without him, Samaya quickly cut it and the wind caught their sails and pushed them away from the field of ice. Jon looked back and saw the ball of fire had already surpassed the size of the ship and was growing immensely, he stood on the stern of his ship and held his axe out, he created that field of ice so he could do whatever he wanted with it.

The field started to shrink becoming more compact and began taking shape. Jon had to act quickly as the ball of flame the size of nearly three ships was sent at them, he manipulated the ice into a giant hand and placed it in the way of the ball of flame. As soon as they both made contact everyone was blown off their feet as steam was sent out in every direction, it also had the added benefit of pushing the Princess Lyanna out even further away from them.

After a moment Jon looked up and saw they were still alive before laughing and lying back down.

'I hope that's the last we see of them'

(AN: Suppp... anyway sorry for not posting last few days been busy with work, Five Nights at Freddy's came out and surprise surprise it's busy as shit. Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter)

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