Chapter 115

Chapter 115 The Storm

Boom!

  Silver snakes danced wildly in the dark night sky making thunder bursts, as if the gods were venting their anger.

  The lightning shone on Hobber face, clearly reflecting the fear and regret in the eyes of the second son —

  why did he encounter such a big storm! ?

And when he saw the mast broke, he was dumbfounded.

  Snapped!

  A loud slap knocked Hobber over the deck.

  "If you weren't my own brother, I'd cut off your head right now!"

  His brother Horas voice came from behind, Hopper struggled to get up in a dizzy state, and mumbled,

  "I...I didn't think it would come to this.."

  Horas became even more angry when he heard this, he grabbed his younger brother by the collar, spitting wildly in his face: "Of course

  you didn't expect that! You idiotic brain is full of sea water and moss! It's just a woman, was it necessary to bring everyone into this mess ?"

  "I just heard that there are some pirates in the waters around the Stepstone Islands…"

  Horas now really wanted to wring his brother's head off, but after panting for some time, he finally pushed Hobber to the ground and shouted: "You will immediately organise soldiers to stand guard. And if you see pirates you are going be in the vanguard. CLEAR?!."

"Clear!"

  "Yes..." Hobber lowered his head and didn't dare to refute, but there was still hatred in his eyes.

  Horas turned to leave, but suddenly found a person standing in the shadow behind him at some point!

  Boom!

  A flash of lightning flashed by, and Horas saw the face of the person who came—

  Samwell Caesar!

  Horas heart skipped a few beats, and it took him a while to force out a smile: "Sam, it's you, you scared me. How long have you been there?"

Samwell took a deep look at the two brothers,he smiled and said,

  "I just arrived. What's going on?"

  "It's okay, it's okay." Horas pretended to be relaxed, "It's just a small storm. We've seen this kind of thing a lot. You have to trust Arbor Island sailing skills."

  "Umhh." Samwell nodded, "If you need any help, send someone to call me at any time."

  "Okay. By the way, Lady Natalie, is she okay. ? "

  "I'm going to see her."

  "Please convey the Redwyne family's apologies."

  "I will."

  Turning around, the smile on Samwell's face instantly retreated , and an undisguised killing look flashed in his eyes !

  Hobber Redwyne!

  Of course, Samwell knew that he must not make a reckless move .

  Earl Paxter's second son is not a wild man in the mountains or a refugee of the reach so he can't be killed casually.

  Regarding this, he had to learn from the top player Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger" - how to kill a man without making himself suspicious.

  He needs to build a small stage and find a scapegoat...

  'knock knock'

  "Who?"

  "It's me, Samwell."

  The cabin door opened after a while, and the pale-faced maid almost fell down just as she was about to salute.

  Samwell reached out to support her: "Miss Natalie , is she okay? "

  " Miss...she just vomited and ..."

  Samwell walked into the cabin and saw Natalie lying on the bed with messy hair.

  "Sam..."

  "Are you okay?" Samwell sat on the edge of the bed and touched the little girl's forehead.

  A little hot.

  "I'm so uncomfortable..." The little girl hugged Samwell's arm pitifully, and buried her head in his arms.

  Such a storm is unbearable even for a strong man like Samwell, let alone the delicate Natalie.

  "It's okay, the storm will pass soon."

  "Woooo——Sam, I don't want to go to King's Landing... Boo, I don't want to go back to Starfall City either... I'll go back to Eagle Island with you, okay... Boo Huh..."

  "Okay, okay, go to sleep, everything will be fine once you wake up." Samwell patted Natalie's back lightly.

  There was rumbling thunder and violent wind and rain outside the room, interspersed with various indistinct cries. The dim light in the room flickered non-stop, but it seemed to be the only warmth in this chaotic world.

  ...

  After finally coaxing Natalie to sleep, Samwell left the room lightly.

  The storm outside showed no sign of getting better, and even got more violent.

  The dense raindrops soaked through his clothes in an instant, and when the wind blew him, he felt a bit chilly. During the violent shaking, Samwell also felt that his stomach was tightly grasped by a big hand, and he tried his best to suppress the desire to vomit.

  In the dark night sky, flashes of lightning flickered from time to time. In the flash of light, Samwell suddenly saw a shocking scene -

  On the rough sea, several long boats with triangular sails rode the huge waves undulated , sometimes they were thrown into the air by the waves, and when they fall, they splashed water very high, and sometimes the whole boat was covered by the huge waves, and it took some time to get out of the waves dripping wet.

  They were like elves jumping on the sea, or more precisely, devils crawling out of hell!

"Pirates! Pirates!"

  Someone shouted urgently from the deck.

  Apparently, Samwell wasn't the only one who spotted these longships cruising nearby.

  "Ready to fight! Ready to fight!"

  Samwell heard Horas hoarse voice, but it was quickly covered by the rumbling thunder.

  damn it!

  Samwell's face turned pale, this was not the battlefield he was used to at all.

  In this violent wind and violent waves, he could barely stand still.

  And the personal guards he brought were also not used to the rough seas.

  Facing the pirates at this moment, he could only pray that the soldiers on Arbor Island were strong enough.

  Although they are well-known, there are only five warships here after all, and no one knows how many pirates are on the opposite side.

  It's even more unclear whether the opponent's brain has gone crazy, or if he really has enough confidence to dare to start a fight in this ghostly weather.

  Another long bolt of lightning pierced the sky and lasted for three to four seconds.

  Under its cover, the entire sea surface was like daytime.

  With this ray of light, Samwell finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

  However, he would rather see nothing clearly.

  In the waves around the fleet, there were as many as sixty or seventy longships cruising, like bloodthirsty gray wolves, closely following their prey.

  And among the pack of wolves, there was a wolf king—

  it was a single-masted warship with a dark red hull, slender and low, and its sails were as black as a starless night sky—

  yes, in such a strong wind, , it actually dared to open the sails!

  Driven by the bulging sails, this warship, which was only half the size of the flagship of the Arbor Island Fleet, approached quickly like a sharp arrow.

  The sharp prow smashed through the huge waves like a blade, and a black iron maiden loomed among the rolled up piles of white snow.

  She stood on the bow of the ship, with one arm stretched out, her thick black iron hair looked fluttering behind her head, and her pair of eyes were made of bright white pearls, shining with the light of thunder and lightning.

  But she has no mouth.

  At this time, Samwell finally saw the name of the warship—

  the Serenity.

  [END]