Chapitre 112: CHAPTER 112
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CHAPTER 112
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A WEEK AGO, OFFSHORE OF LANNISPORT
POV GERİON LANNISTER
After my meeting with my brother Tywin, on his orders, I sent a third of the Lannister fleet to the open sea to patrol. He suspected that a major attack was coming against us, but even though we had been patrolling for two days, we did not even come across a ship.
It was an ordinary peaceful but foggy sea night, as usual. The waves rhythmically rocked the Laughing Lion like a cradle. There was only one thing I loved as much as I loved adventure, and she was my daughter Joy. She was a Hill meaning a bastard, but my brother promised to give her our last name if I brought enough honor to our house.
There was one point that made me share my brother's suspicion, and that was that we hadn't seen a single Ironborn ship in the last two days, and we hadn't even seen a fishing boat, and that didn't feel natural at all.
My sharp ears had allowed me to hear something slicing through the stillness of this night. It was advancing through the rippling waves, and suddenly a ship broke through the fog curtain and appeared. With swift coordination, Ironborns boarded the ship right next to us from its side. Right away, I sent a raven to Lannisport and ordered them to sail all of our fleet. I hope it was fast enough. It was like gods were helping them. This much fog was unheard of in this season.
They were coming from almost every direction, we had around 40 ships in a line around Lannisport, but the Ironborn was coming like an endless wave.
I ordered my ship to go next to the other ship to help defend it. When my soldiers and I boarded the ship, we saw a giant of a man in full plate armor with a Kraken-shaped helmet cutting down anyone brave enough to stand in front of him. On his left hand, he had a black round shield with a golden kraken on top of it; on his right hand, he held a big one-handed axe. In all the seas, there was only one crazy man who would wear full plate armor in the sea, and he was Victarion Greyjoy.
I tried to surround him with my man, but he was like a mad bull. He charged right through our encirclement. Even though we had two ship worth of men on our side, the ironborn was still outnumbering us. The number of soldiers they had in every ship was anywhere close to this number. They were not coming for raiding; this was an invasion force.
The message to my brother was correct. We would have lost our entire fleet defenselessly if we didn't trust this message. Our soldiers fought bravely, but the sea was Ironborns home. We didn't stand a chance of winning, especially in a fight with the lesser number on our side. They were pushing us off the ship, so I ordered a retreat to my ship while Victarion was still charging at us.
Before boarding the other ship, I ordered all functional ships to form a line of defense. Within half an hour, only 20 of the 40 ships remained. Our sole purpose at the moment was to keep them occupied until the rest of our fleet came in for support. The Ironborns had about 70 ships, and we could only sink 5 of them.
As we slowly retreated, the scorpions on the Ironborns' longships were raining giant arrows down on us, and our ships, whose sails were torn because of this, were left behind and fall prey to the ironborn ships approaching like a swarm of ants. We were almost at the mouth of Lannisport Bay, and on the land side, we could see the fleet clearly, as the fog was almost completely gone. They were coming toward us in a three-line formation.
Our fleet was made up of 100 warships and 20 merchant ships. The merchant ships were not suitable for warfare, so they were still in the harbor, but the rest of the warships were coming to help us. Now we had a chance to beat them, but all of my hope got crashed with the clearing of the fog curtain. Victarion's forces were coming from the north, so all of our ships were positioned to accommodate that. A force of 50 more ships came from the west, and they must have flanked us using the fog as cover. When they came close to our flank, I was able to see the man leading the charge.
He was a tall but thin man with fierce black eyes and a beak of a nose. He garbed himself in rough spun wool robes dyed in green, grey, and blue of the Drowned God. He had such long hair and a beard they were reaching all the way to his waist. His beard and hair had seaweed woven into it. His hair looked so coarse because of the exposure to the seawater. He held an axe in one hand and a waterskin in the other. This man was Aeron Greyjoy, "The Mad Priest of Drown God."
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POV PAXTER REDWYNE
According to the message from the Tyrells 3 days ago, the Ironborns had begun raiding Shield Island. I was able to find enough men to move only 120 of my 200-ship fleet in this short time. My other 80 ships were coming 2-3 days behind. In the last message we received, we received word that all the shops and houses in Lord Hewett's Town had been looted and the Sept burned. Lord Hewett and his family were trapped in Castle Oakenshield. About 30-40 warships owned by the Hewetts were burned as a result of a surprise attack in the port.
Lord Hewett must have gone soft in his old age. He was supposed to be the shield for The Reach against the Ironborn. That is the reason his family was given nobility, but he got ambushed by Ironborn, which is nothing but a dereliction of duty. In my book, he needs to be punished for this.
By the time we approached the Shield Islands' offshore, the day was almost over, and it was possible to see the Ironborn longships approaching from the west on the horizon, but when I looked from the Myrish farsight, they were no more than 30-40 ships in a row. How dare these savages underestimate the Redwyne Fleet. Looks like I have to teach these savages a good lesson today.
The sun was somewhat obscuring our view of the arrival of the enemies, but there was no chance of ambushing us on the open sea in this daylight. It looked like they were going to try to smash our center formation and split us in two with a concentrated attack. In response, I narrowed the formation of my ships, and with such a small number, if they tried such an attack, we could repulse them in a short time. But after a few minutes, just as I thought everything was going well, my man at Crow's Nest started screaming in panic.
"They are much more numerous. They have at least three times as many ships as we thought!"
Hearing this, I felt cold sweat run down my back. How come I looked with my own eyes, there were only 30-40 ships. I quickly made my way up to Crow's Nest and used my farsight. The Ironborns used the sun as a curtain and approached us with their ships in tight formation, lined up like a serpent. We didn't realize this until it was too late because of the sunset. They had as many ships as we do.
I immediately sent signals to all the ships, and we began to expand our formation, and just then, the Ironborn ships split into three groups. They attacked our formation from three points like a trident and started boarding our ships. While our ships could not maneuver properly in this mess and crashed into each other, the Ironborns continued to tear our formation while they moved like an agile eel. We had the same number of ships, but it didn't feel like that.
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