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James Flint

They were right to be afraid.

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a character in “A Dance With Darkness”, as played by Bromander Shepard

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{ Q U O T E }

β€œThere are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can't protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don't ever believe any different"
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Name: Robb Stark goes by James Flint now
Title/or Moniker: The Man Without Fear
Gender Male
Age: 27
Species: Human
Class/Occupation:Drunkard, brigand, pirate
Description:.
Robb is a Stark and as such has the dark, guarded features his family is known for yet as from his mother who is a Tully Robb's hair has a hint of red to it. Robb has a stocky, muscular build, outweighing his brotherJon by near fifteen pounds. He's a few inches taller than him as well. Since beginning his life as a pirate he'd abandoned the garb of a Northern royal and wears the high leather boots of a seaman, large buckled belt to carry his cutlass and pistol. A white shirt and black leather long coat. His hair, jsut under shoulder length is usually pulled back in a short pony tail and his fiery red beard is trimmed to a dashing mustache goatee combo./

After cleaning up his act once he reunited with with his sister Clara who goes by Max now Robb or Flint as he's now called looks much more the pirate. A long black coat and thick leather belt where he stores his cutlass and pistol.



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Likes: Family, the cold, the snow, rum, drinking till he can't feel anymore, whores, fighting, killing

Dislikes: Piety, so called true knights, the foolishly noble

Strengths: -
- Swordsmanship- Robb is a brutally efficient fighter. He's trained since a young age with the master at arms in Winterfell to master the sword. He's a hard nosed fighter who doesn't shy away from blood and brings his foes down quickly.

- Battlefield Experience- Despite his age Robb has been fighting the Wildlings since before the war. He's been in one engagement or another since he was old enough to hold a sword so his experience pool is quickly growing.

- Martial Prowess- Like most lordlings Robb and his brothers spend several hours each day training in the courtyard with Winterfell's Master at Arms training in the arts of war.

- Pain Threshold- Robb has an uncanny pain threshold. His first battle he broke his arm after being knocked from his horse and continued to fight until the battle was done.

- Command Potential- Robb Stark is skilled at leading squads of men into battle. Through his strength and fearlessness he can lead men into the jaws of defeat and snatch victory when others would fail. Either on a battlefield or the deck of a ship Robb is a good leader.

- Reflexes/senses- Robb has developed amazing senses and reflexes

-Strength- Robb is a burly fighter and that is evident in how physically powerful he is.

Weaknesses: - recovering drunk

-Aggression- Robb has more than a mean streak, he can be dangerously unpredicatble and unstable.

-Nihilist

Personality:. There was a time when Robb Stark was jovial, never far from a smile and kind. That time is long past. His rowdy passion has twisted into savage intensity. Ever since his "execution" and the loss of his whole family Robb became a surly, violent drunk who would gut a man as soon as look at him. He lives in periods of lucity and drunken mindlessness. He searches for anything to dull the pain of what he'd lost. When the rum isn't enough he turns to sex, when sex bores him he lusts for blood. He is a beast, stalking the sands and taverns and brothels of Nassau in the hopes that someone one day will be strong enough, quick enough or lucky enough to put him down for good.

Or at least until his most recent transformation. The Man Without Fear shadow is never far from James Flint, a man who uses that fear to his advantage. Most people he meets know his story and quake at the sight of them. Flint is a man of extremes, either calm and collected or tearing into someone who enraged him. That low boiling intensity to some can be the scariest thing about the pirate who serves The Crimson Lady. It is only when he is alone with the woman he loves or his only living family member Max does he ever trully allow himself to relax.

Quirks and Habits: -Scratching his beard

-Talking to his dire wolf Grey Wind that has been dead for almost two years

-his wolfish grin





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Land/Kingdom: The North/ Nassau
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Four Years ago the whole of The North has been embroiled in a bitter war with a force that at one time proved to be nothing more than a minor annoyance to the wolves of Winterfell. That was until The Wildlings, barbarians sworn to no house or lord, found themselves a king. With Mance Rayder, a traito of The Nights Watch, leading them The Wildlings launched the largest domestic terror campaign The North had ever seen. The Wildlings were not true soldiers but what they were skilled at was guerilla tactics and night raids. For three years they hounded the army of The North picking at their defences, assassinating high ranking military figures and nobility. Robb never saw the end of the war however. A year into the war, he was marshalling his forces out of the port city of White Harbor while protecting his half sister Clara. The Wildlings attacked in force and overwhelmed his defences. Robb was captured along with his cousin. They were taken aboard a ship and out to sea. First he had to watch Grey Wind die, they stabbed the beast in the chest and tossed him overboard. Then they threw Clara who was bound with rope over the edge to drown then finally he was thrown over, bound as she was. He embraced death, welcomed it, like a lover returning to bed. For a while all he had was the sea, the salt air and the blackness of the ocean depths. Then one day, either spurned by the gods or in spite of them he opened his eyes on a sandy beach. Nassua became his home but not the home for Robb Stark, Robb Stark was dead. The first man he met was a privateer named Flint, Robb killed him for his boots and took his name as well. Robb or Flint as he started calling himself had been living on Nassua in a drunken rage filled haze ever since washing ashore. Occasionally he would take up work as a pirate with one captain or another but never stayed to one crew long.

That was until the inmpossible happened. His sister was alive and Clara's contacts awarded him a chance meeting with The Crimson Lady, the most nototious pirate on the seas. She turned out not to beevery bit as fearsome as her legend, but the love of Flint's life. She healed his heart and mind without even realizing it. Flint still struggles letting go of the man he once was but with Robyn at his side he's found happiness and a place aboard her ship. His strength, tenacity and personality has endeared him to the crew of The Harbinger and as such recently found out the men wanted him as their new Quarter Master after the death of their old one. The voting just ended and Flint finds himself with a beautiful woman who he serves with a wolfish grin, a new position of leadership aboard the ship and his sister who is now a business ownand powerful information broker.
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James Flint's Story

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Character Portrait: James Flint Character Portrait: Max / Clara Snow Character Portrait: Captain Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Jon Stark
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Max moved through the tavern, pouring drinks to the pirates and smugglers that had entered. She was oddly content, she wasn't happy, but she was as close as she could get on Nassau. She was glad for her brother though, he seemed to be getting there too. It was at that moment that Eleanor walked out of her office with a captain, no doubt handling some sort of business. Max gave her a subtle smile, that Eleanor did not return, she saw her, but didn't smile.

Max's faded. She loved Eleanor, but the secrecy of their relationship was taking it's toll. She didn't want it to be a secret, she wanted to show her love for her anytime she wanted and at first, Eleanor's reasons made some sense but now, Max was smarter then she was when she first arrived, she knew how this place worked. If they'd go after Eleanor, they would go after her. If they wanted to hurt Eleanor, they'd attack her suppliers, Max would be the last thing they went after.

That and, everyone knew that James Flint had a fondness of her, they wouldn't risk setting him off, nor the Crimson Lady, to whom everyone knew was his and didn't need much of an excuse to shed blood.

Hands slide around her hips and pulled her down suddenly. She turned, a fake smile plastered on her face as she poured the man a glass of rum. Eleanor's eyes fell on hers just before she walked out with the pirate.

He kissed her neck and she let him it was odd but she knew who this was. Marden, a friend of sorts "what do you have?" She asked, in a whisper. His kisses moved to her ear and stopped. "You asked about the North, I have information." he said and she turned to him, smiling.

"Meet me out back in five minutes." She said, and got up from his lap. She kept her composure but her heart was racing. She had been waiting for news of the North for three years. It was what started her information brokering in the first place. She was told a few secrets, men were incredibly playable when drunk, and they all said she had kind eyes that made them want to talk and in order to keep those secrets, she asked for information in return. His was one of them. He had a particular love for his captain that he could never share, less they kill him for it.

That's why his kisses didn't bother her.

She finished serving drinks and met the pirate out back, once she was sure there was no one around, she asked him.

"What do you know?"

"The King of the North, apparently, he was abducted."
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Clara blinked. "K-king of the North?" She asked and he nodded. " Aye, they said he'd just wedded a a gyspy girl from the east, not even two weeks later, he was gone."

"Mance Rayder?" She asked, his name bitter on her tongue. He frowned. " No, ma'am, Mance Rayder is dead, Jon Stark took his head, ended the warring."

"Why did you not tell me this?" Clara felt weak. Jon was alive, not only alive, but he killed Mance Rayder himself, ended the war, and was married....but now he's gone?

"Well, I didn't think you cared for the goings on in the North, but with the King missing,I figured that was something you'd like to know, cause, you're friends with James Flint and the Crimson Lady." He said and she nodded, securing her Max's mask.

"Alright, thank you." She said and he nodded, and the two of the went their separate ways.

Clara walking with purpose, needed to tell someone, but who she needed to tell was out to sea, had been for weeks now, and there was no telling when he'd be back. She made her way to Eleanor's office, trying not to let her excitement take over. She opened the door and Eleanor looked up as she closed the door.

"Eleanor, I have...amazing news." She said, her smile couldn't be wider.

"What is it?" She asked, setting down her quail pen, Clara walked up t her, taking her hands.

"My brother, my other brother, J-Jon, he lives." She said, and Eleanor looked at her and there was something in her eyes that caused Clara's smile to disappear.
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It had taking time,patience, and trail and error but Clara'd learned to read faces, it was important to be able to tell what someone was thinking by the sutblest of expressions and by the look on Eleanor's face told her all she needed.

Clara snatched her hands away. "You knew." It wasn't a question.
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Eleanor swallowed. "I'd heard ru--"

"Bullshit, you knew, you knew Jon was alive....why didn't you tell me?"

Eleanor's mouth opened and Clara knew she was about to lie. Clara backed away from her. "Don't, Don't you dare lie to me now...." She said and Eleanor took a breath.

"Why didn't you tell me, Eleanor." She asked again and Eleanor looked down at the floor.

"I knew if you found out, after Flint, you'd want to leave."

Clara looked at her. "Of course I'd want to leave, Eleanor this is not my home." She said and Eleanor looked hurt. "You'd want to leave me." She said and Clara shook her head, laughing humourlessly.

"You don't know me at all do you?" She asked, tears in her eyes. " I would have asked you to come to with me." She said and Eleanor looked away. "But you do know me, and you knew I would....That's wasn't it all, more lies...." Clara said shaking her head. "You don't want to leave, but you didn't want to make a choice."She said and Eleanor didn't deny it. Clara sighed. "I'm asking you now....Come with me." She said. "Let us leave....together, we have a real life in the North. No fear, no pirates, just us, and love..."
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"I've spent my life trying to build something here. It's all I have, I can't walk away."Clara felt if she were punched in the gut.
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"It is not all you have! Eleanor, it's just sand!" She exclaimed. " It can not love you back, you know this, you must know this." She said and paused.

"Of course, I know that, Max, but...."
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"Your father left, your mother was taken from you, Everyone, you've ever loved, you have lost, it and it terrifies you." Clara said and looking at her. "But not me, I will never, ever leave you, I love you." She told her, for the first time. Eleanor looked truly shocked by this, but Clara could see that didn't change anything.

"Eleanor, please...."

Eleanor didn't say anything and Clara nodded. "I am grateful for all that you've done for me, Eleanor Guthrie, I love you, I truly do, but when my brother returns, he's taking me back home, if you are there when I go,or not, is your choice....but it is your choice." She told her and Max walked toward the door.

"Max, Don't walk out that door." Eleanor said. " That is not my name." She said and kept walking, her hand touched the doorknob and she hesitated, turning to her one last time. "you can not see what is right in front your nose." She told her and turned.

"Max....Max if you leave out that door, you won't be welcome back."

Max chuckled. Eleanor was trying to take control of a situation that was out of hers and she knew it.

"That is your choice." She said and opened the door walking out. She was half way down the hall, toward her room, when Eleanor's footstep came barreling out.

"Fine! Get your things! and Get the fuck out!" She shouted for the whole tavern to hear. " You are dead to me, Max!"

Max looked at her. "I died a long time ago." She said, and did what she asked, she got her things, packed them as best she could, and left the tavern.

It was a good thing Clara had been so kind, that she'd made friends with many of the pirates here. Sure half of them was hoping to take her to bed, but the other half was just friendly as they helped her with her things, and a few offered to take her in, on their ship or what have you but she needed something of her own.
She was standing outside of the tarven, unsure what to do or where to go when a hand touched her shoulder.
"Max." she turned to see Marden behind her. "Marden." She said. "I heard what happened, Did I do that?"

"No....That was no one's fault but the parties involved." She said and Marden nodded. "I have more information, I think could be beneficial." he said and she looked up at him.

"What?"

"Noonan died, this morning....he had no one to take his place at his brothel....It's a mess, you could....People like you, from whores to the pirates, you could be the one to run things there, they'll respect you enough. "
The gears were already turning. There was a leadership hole in the brothel, and with her skills and knowledge, it would be perfect place for her to own, while she waited for Robb to return. She'd make enough coin and then some to pay the Captian to take her home then she could leave all of this behind. She looked up at the tarven where she worked, lived and loved for three years. It was gone now and there was no getting it back. Eleanor would never leave this place, she would die here. Clara was sure of that.
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"Thank you, Marden." She said, and he helped her with her things and they headed over to Noonan's. She'd give it to him when it was time for her to leave.

It didn't take long for her to get things is order, and it would take time for her to take full control but nearly everyone knew the Max was the new owner and madame of the biggest brothel of Nassau.

She couldn't wait to see her brother's face when he found out.

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Character Portrait: James Flint Character Portrait: Captain Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger
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The seas were calm as the sun rose. Flint could hear gulls on the wind, he was almost home. The Harbinger had been out for the better part of three weeks, chasing down a merchants vessel carrying Anansai silks and Northern Ironwood. It had proved a good haul and an uneasy one, or at the least it would have were it not for that damned oarsmen. The merchant vessel surrendered almost immediately. He and Robyn had boarded the vessel and while the Captain was handing over the shipping manifold to him one of the merchant sailors lost his damned mind. He dove for one of his men, snatching a pistol and shooting him. The deck of the ship erupted in blood shed after that. Chaos reigned and Robyn and Flint had to carve a path through the madness. When it was done, they'd lost two men, another wounded while every single member of the merchant crew was dead. In truth Flint cared little for the loss of life, it helped spread the legend but some of the blood had stained the barrels of goods, he knew Eleanor would not sell bloody barrels of wares. No port in the world would take those goods which meant they'd have to repackage every piece of salvage. A tiring and costly process to say the least.

While Flint sat on one such barrel, looking out on the sea that brought him closer to home his quill scratched away in his journal. Something his sister had always done since she was a girl, putting her thoughts to parchment through the verses of a song. He'd recently picked up the trait but had told no one.

The king and his men,
Stole the Queen from her bed,
And bound her in her Bones,
The seas be ours,
And by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam.

Yo Ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high...


The song was nowhere near finished but he enjoyed penning it to page. It stilled his mind as running his hands through Grey Winds fur once had.

"We're nearing the docks, Flint. Should I bring in the sails?"

One of his men asked, coming over. Flint pocketed his small leather bound journal with a grunt as he got to his feet.

"Aye, I'll get the Captain."

With that he made his way to the captains quarters where he found the love of his life half way through a bottle of rum, with her booted feet on her desk as she paged through the hauls shipping manifold. He had met Robyn two years after coming to Nassau, two years after Robb Stark died. He was lost then, a monster but she pulled the man out of that darkness. James Flint was born, almost from the sea itself and molded by her hands. He'd become a fearsome pirate, vicious as he was cunning and he loved her. She was the first good thing his new life had ever given him. She was as dangerous as he was, quick witted and quicker with her tongue. Passionate and haunted and in that way, they were perfect for each other. Born of tragedy, taken by the sea and born again.

"We're coming up on Nassau, Captain."

He said as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

"Once we're on land I want a few more bottles of that rum, you, a bed, and not to leave that bed for at least a week."

He said with a wolfish smirk as he sat in the seat in front of her desk.

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Robyn sat in her quarters, reclining in her chair, her feet resting on the flat of the desk, ankles crossed, a half empty bottle of rum beside her, reading and rereading the manifest in her lap. Reading was always difficult for her, as a child when she was learning she'd found that she used to invert the letters in her head. It was a struggle when she was a child, and it was difficult for her now but she -like most everything- she worked through it.
It just made remembering the information a little harder.

She was reading through the manifest a forth time when James entered her cabin. She looked up and smiled.

James Flint, once a ginger beard brute, now, a fearsome pirate. He didn't know it, but he made her happy in a way she'd never thought possible. After all of her lost, and all of her pain. After meeting him, it was as if she were seeing in color for the first time and honestly, it scared her.

"We're coming up on Nassau, Captain." He said and she nodded. "Good." She said, removing her legs from the desk and setting the manifest down as he shut the door behind him, and she grinned kittenishly. "Once we're on land I want a few more bottles of that rum, you, a bed, and not to leave that bed for at least a week." He said, with his own wolfish grin, something that always upped her temperature.

"That can be arranged" She said as she stood, walking over to him, and sliding her arms around his neck. "Although,I don't imagine a week would be long enough." She said before pressing a kiss to his lips, enjoying the way his beard tickled her chin.

She pulled back and then remembered something. "Oh, I've a surprise for you." She said, and reached behind her desk, not bothering to go around it so that he could get a peek of her backside as she bent over.
She pulled a box from the drawer and presented it to him.

"Here, It was on the merchant ship, in the captians quarters, it wasn't listed on the manifest, and I thought you might like it."

She said, and opened the box. Inside was a flintlock, wooden siding and gold around the handle, what was special about it, was the gold design, interweaving lines that shaped into a wolf's head. She knew he'd had a wolf as a friend once, and lost it, he still wore it's teeth around his neck, and she thought he would appreciate it.

She looked up at him, waiting for his reaction with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

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Flint reached out and took the pistol in his hand. The wood was sanded smooth and the gold in lay was intricate and masterfully crafter but it was the wolfs head that really caught his eye. Mid howl the wolf was shown with its head thrown back and hair furled around the neck. It reminded him of the hulking grey and black dire wolf that he'd grown up with. He could almost hear Grey Wind's howl in the recesses of his mind. As if out of the cold northern mist stepped the paws of the beast that had been his oldest friend. It's massive paws, tearing at the snow as it ran and it'ls golden eyes constantly friendly. They called him the man without fear but it was Grey Wind who'd always proved the fearless on, he'd killed too many men to know fear again.

"Robyn..."

Flint's voice was softer than usual, lack of the bold tenacity it was known for. He looked up and met the dark, eyes of the woman who'd stolen his heart. He pulled her into his lap, her laughter bringing a smile to his face. He kissed her, first tasting her lips then her neck.

"You're right, a week won't be long enough."

She chuckled and he stopped long enough to look her in the eye.

"Thank you for this..."

He said holding the pistol in his right hand.

"I know I don't say much... about before we met but..."

He touched the barrel of the gun to the necklace of teeth at his neck.

"He was part of it, who I was. His name was Grey Wind and he was my friend. He would have liked you."

The pain was still there, the loss of his old life, that was evident but with one look at Robyn Sheva the sun shown on the ocean heralding a new day and Flint was happy to still be sailing. He breathed a content sight and kissed her one more time.

"I appreciate this love, truly. I look forward to repaying the gesture."

He said as he stood up with Robyn in his arms. He knew how she loved it when he lifted her about as if she was weightless when in truth she basically was. He spun her around once as they enjoyed the taste of each others lips before setting her down. He holstered his new pistol, moving his old one to the small of his back to use as a spare.

"Let's get on that beach, eh? We've got rum to buy and a room to rent."

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"Robyn..."
Flint's voice was so soft, softer then she's ever really heard it and she couldn't hid her smile. He could even see the small chip in her tooth from when she was a child.
He reached out, and pulled her in to his lap, and she laughed as he did so, sitting comfortably on his lap. She closed her eyes to his kiss, his lips meeting hers before slipping to her neck. She felt pleasure fueled chills raise on her skin.

"You're right, a week won't be long enough." He said and she laughed. "I'm rarely wrong." She said with her usual coy but he stopped, watching her eyes.

"Thank you for this..." He said and she shrugged. Thank you wasn't a word she was using to hearing often, and it still seemed odd, a lot of this did.

"I know I don't say much... about before we met but..." He said and tapped the necklace with his gun. Robyn nodded. He never spoke about his life before. She could see the pain, she knew the pain. It was something that she knew all too well. She was able to tell him about her pain, hers was older, his was still too new, she could even see it in his sister's eyes. It was too hard to speak about. She understood that. She still couldn't speak his name.

"He was part of it, who I was. His name was Grey Wind and he was my friend. He would have liked you." He said and she tested the name. "Grey Wind." She breathed. She liked the name. It sounded like a ship. She'd been wanting another ship for a while, but hadn't had the chance yet, she was going to call it Seaworth, but Grey Wind sounded much better and with Flint with her, it would mean that much more.

"I appreciate this love, truly. I look forward to repaying the gesture." He said, and rose, her in his arms, her feet off the floor. She leaned in for a kiss as he spun her around, a smile on her lips. Once he set her down, she fixed her coat as he holstered his new gun. It was odd. She was so used to taking things, giving someone something, felt just as good.

"Let's get on that beach, eh? We've got rum to buy and a room to rent." He said and she chuckled. "There's one more thing. The crew approached me the other day, they don't want you as boatswain any longer." She said and took his hand. "Come." She said and let him outside. It was strange at first, she thought she would have to keep their relationship a secret, she thought it would lose her crew's respect and a few of them didn't like it. Namely his replacement. but the others, the loyal ones, they welcomed it. Even though alot of them thought she needed a good fuck since her moods were so bad, and though she would never admit they were partial right. She needed him and the sex wasn't bad either.

"Men!" she called, her voice loud over the waves and the every day hustle and bustle.

"You all came to me, with one thing in mind. You don't want this crazy fuck as your boatswain, right?"

The crew laughed, but agreed. "You wanted something else, and I agree." She said, she always had a flair for theatrics.

"All of those in favor of naming James Flint as Quartermaster and First Mate, say Aye"

the entire ship screamed Aye.

"All oppose?" She asked, and not a word though someone coughed. She made a face and the offending party shrugged.

"The Aye's have it. Congratulations Quartermaster." She said, and shook his hand, though she really wanted to kiss him.

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"There's one more thing. The crew approached me the other day, they don't want you as boatswain any longer."

Her words were like a punch to the jaw. Flint first fell frustration and anger, followed by confusion. The men liked him, he was sure of it. They confided in him, told him things they didn't even tell the captain. When he was first brought aboard there was a healthy amount of fear and distrust, which was to be expected given his fearsome reputation but since then a lot had changed. He'd fought beside them, bled beside them and killed beside them. The Man Without Fear was a rallying cry when he dove to an enemy ship, as he carved through sailors and opposing pirates they were right behind him. The only man who never truly took to him was the Quarter Master who hated that he had the captains ear, and her bed.

Pushing the concerns aside he followed her out onto the deck of the ship where the men were already gathering. If they were voting him off he couldn't say, no ones face gave away a thing, if anything they all looked rather excited.

"Men!"

Robyn called, her voice authoritative and commanding as the few stragglers assembled around them. Flint flicked his gaze from one man to the next, wondering how many he'd need to kill to make a clean escape should they decide they no longer wanted him among them.

"You all came to me, with one thing in mind. You don't want this crazy fuck as your boatswain, right?"

The crew laughed, but agreed. Flint's hand went to the small of his back where his spare pistol lay. Was Robyn a party to this? Was it all a lie?

"You wanted something else, and I agree."

She said with a devilish grin, his hand tightening around the pistol.

"All of those in favor of naming James Flint as Quartermaster and First Mate, say Aye"

Flint's jaw dropped. In one voice the entire crew roared a resounding AYE!!!. Flint's hand fell away from his pistol as smile etched its way onto his suprised face.

"All oppose?"

She asked, and not a word of opposition. Flint couldn't believe it. He couldn't wait to tell his sister.

"The Aye's have it. Congratulations Quartermaster."

Robyn said shaking his hand. He stared at her incredulously as the crew, all gathered shared a knowing chuckle.

"Fuck this."

Flint said before pulling her in by the waist and kissing her. There was a hush over the crew for a split second while Captain Sheva and Flints tongues battled for dominance before someone shouted.

"'Bout fucking time!"

The crew erupted into a hearty laugh before moving in to congratulate their new quarter master. Flint laughed, and for the first time in years he was content. He had a family, a crew, a beautiful woman who had his heart. The seas were thick with bounty and the winds were favorable. The pain of the Northern winds were all but a bitter memory. The Harbinger came up to the docks and a few men broke off from celebrating to set the anchor and tie the ship off to the docks.

"Come on lads! To Noonans! First rounds on me!"

The crew erupted a second time as the crew set the gang plank ready to storm the beach and head to the largest brothel on Nassau with their Captain and newly elected Quarter Master.

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"Fuck This." Suddenly, Flint's hands came around her waist and pulled her in to a passionate kiss. She was surprised by this, and felt a little odd, as the crew went dead quiet. She couldn't help but kiss him back, but their silence made her nervous.
Half of them, wanted to be what Flint was to her.
"Bout Fucking Time!" Robyn chuckled against his lips. The crew welcomed their relationship, they truly did.

Finally the ship docked on Nassau and for a moment, Robyn thought she'd join them in Noonan's, the gods only knew she wanted to find a bed and rum as quickly as possible but they had work to do first, or at the very least she did. She was still Captain.

"You go on ahead, I need to warn Eleanor about the barrels and I refuse for her to ruin your mood." She said, to Flint as they disembarked. "I'll be quick." She said, and gave him a tender kiss before she broke from the rest of them and headed toward Eleanor's tavern.

Once there, she saw a noticeable lack of people. Her tavern was a popular place, Max saw to that. She also noticed too that Max was not there. Perhaps the two women were enjoying themselves since it was a slow day.

She walked upstairs to Eleanor's office and banged on the door. "Enter" Eleanor called and Robyn entered. The door was open, and there was still no Max. That was odd.

"Hello, Captain, Welcome back." Eleanor said, noticeable grim.

"Aye, where's the kitten?" She asked. Robyn honestly, worried, it was strange, but knowing that she was Flint's sister, it made her worry for her. She couldn't explain why.

Eleanor took a breath. "Not here...How was the raid?"

"Successful, Where is she?"

"I--I kicked her out."

"You're a poor liar, Eleanor. She left you didn't she?"

Eleanor set her jaw. "What did you do?"

"Nothing..."

Robyn narrowed her eyes. "Her other brother is alive, and I knew it, I didn't tell her, what does it matter to you."

"Her other brother?" Robyn blinked. Flint had more family out there somewhere. What a lovely day this would turn out to be.

"Yes...Jon Stark, she found out that he was still alive."

"And why didn't you tell anyone?"

"She'd want to leave, and so would Flint, to see him."

"Yea, no shit." Robyn said with a shrug,

"They would have to stay."

That gave Robyn pause. "They don't have to do anything...." She said.

Eleanor looked at her and then realization slid over her face. "You don't know do you?" She asked, there was a certain pride in her voice just then that made Robyn uneasy, her hand went to the hilt of her blade.

"Know what?"

"You're James Flint, isn't James Flint at all. He's Robb Stark, of Winterfell. True King of the North."

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Flint and the crew storm Noonan's, they were rowdy, loud and thirsty for rum and women. They pushed many out of their seats, no one challenged the Crimson Crew and now that crew, those men were his to look out for. The Captain commanded them but he watched over them, like an older brother. At this very moment that older brother was taking all his younger brothers out for drinks and with luck all of them would have a fine smelling girl to take to bed by nights end. As it happened no one seemed to be having much trouble with either endeavor. Drinks were being poured and the whores flocked to the men, it was as if they could smell when men had a pay day coming. Flint laughed as he and four of his men took up seats in the corner of the room, surrounded by the rest of the crew. Bottles were set on the table and women appeared out of no where. A pretty blonde sat in his lap, leaning in to his neck. Flint only chuckled and pushed her off him.
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"For your sake sweetheart, find someone else to entertain. I've brought more than enough friends."

The men laughed as one of them pulled her into his lap, she had no objections, she was getting paid reguardless. Flint enjoyed a few drinks with his crew, laughing and telling bawdy stories when finally he started to wonder where Robyn was. All his men had someone beautiful in their company and he was alone. He wanted his Crimson Lady, but to have her he still needed that room.

"Girl,"

Flint spoke up, over the roar of the revelry to one of the whores tending to them.

"Run and fetch Noonan, I want to rent a room."

The whore looked puzzled for a moment before realization struck her.

"Oh ye don't know do ye? Guess ye would ye what with just gettin back and all, Noonan died. Passed in his sleep poor soul. The brothel has got itself a new owner, a Lady of The House."
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Flint, along with a few of his men rose a cup to Noonan. The old man was well liked by the crews.

"Whose this new Lady of The House then?"

Flint asked after setting his tankard down. The whore turned in and pointed to the stairwell on the second floor. Overlooking the floor was a woman he'd seen grow up. He'd held her when she'd had a frightening dream and listened to her sing, he'd told her stories of brave knights and dragon kings. Now she was a woman grown and in charge of the most profitable brothel on Nassau.

"Max?..."

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Clara stood looking out, not really seeing anything, as men came and went. She just watched the sun as it peeked over the horizon. Jon was out there, had been all this time. She almost laughed at the irony. He was the one that brooded, not her. She would tease him for it.

"You're doing it again, Pup." She heard herself saying, the past echoing in her mind. "Doing what?" "That thing you do with your face....You are much too handsome to look so sad all the time."

She could remember the look on his face, when she made comments like that. She often tell him how handsome he was, and how he could have his pick of women if only he wouldn't look so sad. It seemed, he didn't need her to tell him that, he didn't need her help at all. He found love. It broke her heart that she missed it.

But he was missing now. Some believed that his new wife had something to do with it, but Clara knew better. Jon was too private a person to ever marry someone he didn't know, he would know this girl, and he would love this girl as she would love him. It wasn't hard. If there was foul play involved, it wasn't the woman. Not if Jon loved her.

"Max?"

A voice broke her thoughts and she looked down and smiled. "Flint!" She called and darted down the stairs. Oh she had so much to tell him.

"Welcome back, I have so much to tell you, my office." She told him and before he had time to think, she dragged him off and up the stairs, to the room just at the top.

She closed the door and pressed herself against it.

"I know, You're probably wondering how I ended up running the brothel and no, I have not become the product with which I sell." She started and took a breath.

"Take a seat, you're going to need it. " She said and thus she began her tale. She told him everything, how she found out about Jon, how when she told Eleanor, she already knew, she'd known since he himself returned, she told him how she wanted to go home, help find Jon, but asked Eleanor to come with her only for that to lead into a fight which ended things for them. How the same friend that told her about Jon told her about Noonan and the leadership vaccum and how she stepped in, took control.

"I've been living and working here, ever since." She concluded and she could see his mind was on Jon.

"Pup's alive....somewhere...." She said. She hadn't called him Pup out loud in years. "We have to find him, Robb." She said, she said, Robb, not Flint. "We have to."

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He was speechless, lost in the words his sister had spoken. It was as if he couldn't fathom what she'd said, his mind struggling with the reality of it. Jon was alive. No, surely he was dead. He was king. He died during the war, they all did. He got married. He never got to find love. He was missing.You lost him again. Flint blinked in shock as Clara stood before him, Max shimmered and faded away for the briefest of moments and Clara stood before him. Robb looked up at his sister with tears in his eyes.

"Pup's alive....somewhere...."

She said.

"We have to find him, Robb. We have to."

ImageHe set his jaw in determination. Anger touched him, anger that Eleanor Guthrie had known his brother lived and kept it hidden to keep he and Clara close. Shame touched him as well, similar to when he'd learned Clara lived but different. Hope touched him, a feeling he had not felt in years.

"We will, Clara I promise. We're not going to lose him twice."

He got to his feet, renewed vigor filled him. He barely took a step before his mind started working, tooling out how best to go about it. They'd need a ship, and a crew. He would have to ask Robyn, she was his only hope. Yet she didn't know who he was, not truly. He'd never spoke about Robb Stark, or The North. The closest she'd ever come was that very moment when she'd given him the pistol with the wolfs head on it. If it meant finding his brother his fears be damned. He had to tell her the truth, all the truth.

"Robyn..."

He said suddenly to his sister as looked at him, the excitement evident in her face.

"I have to tell Robyn about us, everything and when it is done, if I am very lucky she is the woman I know her to be and we will be on our way to The North by dawn."

He grabbed Clara by the shoulders and pulled her in to kiss her forehead.

"Prepare yourself for the voyage, I'll talk to Robyn."

He turned and opened the door to come face to face with The Captain of The Harbinger, The Crimson Lady, and the woman he loved more than anyone and she did not look pleased.

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Robyn walked out of Eleanor's office confused. She didn't know where to begin, what to think.

James Flint, wasn't James Flint. How many times did she breath his name in rapture? That wasn't his name.

It was Robb Stark? Stark? Like the dead family in the north. She'd heard of them. Everyone did. The Family that was sieged and nearly destroyed by Mance Rayder's army, but was killed by the king, Jon Stark.

Robb Stark's younger brother, younger by eight years. By right, Robb Stark was King ,now more so than ever...since Jon Stark was missing.

Her chest ached, clenching tight around her heart. Why didn't her tell her this? Did he not trust her? She told him everything, her entire life, he knew of her pain, why did he not share this, small thing. Did he not love her like he said?

They all hurt me... She heard what was life of the child she once was say.
All the men I love, hurt me....

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She thought she was over this pain. She thought she'd never have to feel this pain again.

She could feel it happening, the same feeling after he left her for war, the same feeling when she killed the man that'd hurt her, the same feeling she felt when Casey tried to kill her, and he took that bullet for her instead.

All of her emotion was leaving her, and all she had left was just----

Her feet had carried her right to him, how or why she didn't know but one look at his face, was all it took.

He hadn't had time to speak, he had to nerve to look happy to see her.

She sent her fist right into his jaw, knocking him back into the room.

"Captian!" Max---no, Clara Snow cried.

"Shut up, this is between me and him, get out." Robyn hissed as Flin--no, Robb Stark, took her blow and prepared to defend himself and his sister as Robyn, pulled her weapon and aimed, without thinking.

"No, this is my place, and he is my brother, you want him you go through me."

Robyn's eyes turned on the girl, burning with fury, as she stood in front of her brother holding out her arms. She saw Robb Stark try to move her, but it was clear she wasn't about to go anyway. She didn't want to hurt her, her hiding her identity, she understood, a woman in this place was hard enough, princess would have made it worse but him....and from her....that hurt.

"Move." She warned and the girl shook her head. If she were in a better mood, she would admired that. She looked scared out of her mind, but she wasn't about to move. "I will go through you...."

"He did it for my sake, I asked him not to tell you, I begged him, he wanted to, but I asked him,"

"You're a good liar, but I know you're lying." Robyn said and Clara stood her ground. She was lying. Robyn's eyes found Robb Stark's.

"You don't understand, Clara Snow, you don't understand, I don't care that was his name, I don't care that he's king, I care that he lied to me....he hid this from me, when he could have told me." She said and was unable to hide the pain in her last words.
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Clara dropped her arms. "I need answers." Robyn said, lowering her weapon. Her brother then gave Clara the okay to leave and while she didn't want to go, she nodded and left.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, unable to place on her mask anymore. "Did you not trust me? I trusted you with all of me, why, why didn't--couldn't you do the same."

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"Why didn't you tell me? Did you not trust me? I trusted you with all of me, why, why didn't--couldn't you do the same."

The pain in her voice and agony in her eyes killed him. She blamed herself, assumed, like the others he'd hurt her. In that moment, the look on her face told him that he had.

"Robyn... no..."

His was voice was shaky at best, no weak but sad.

"You think?...You think I didn't tell you becuase I didn't trust you? How could I not trust you? I love you."

She looked ready to strike him again but he held his ground, staring defiantly into her eyes without fear.

"You've always been able to spot a liar. Tell me I'm lying now... Go on."

She looked like she wanted to speak, call him false but she didn't have the words. She couldn't lie to him anymore than he could her. He took her hand. She tried to pull away but gave up the minute his hand touched hers.

"Robyn Sheva, I love you... and I know you love me."

A tear rolled down her cheek as she took in a shuddering breath, her head nodding ever so slightly. She was angry and she was hurt but she loved him, so she'd listen to him. He brought her to the nearby bed and sat on the edge with her.

"I couldn't tell you, but not for the reason you think. It wasn't because I didn't trust you."

He pasued, taking a slow breath as he looked at the dark skinned pirate queen he'd fallen in love with the day he met her. A soft, warm smile touched his lips and all he wanted to do was kiss her and chase away her tears, but first came the words long over due.

"I didn't tell you because I've been on this island for three years, the last of which I spent with you. It was the best year of my life becuase I was with you Robyn, building a new life, together. Every day that passed letting go of Robb Stark became easier and easier because I didn't want to be that man anymore. I wanted to be the man you were falling in love with."

She broke, a sad smile dawned on her face as tears fell freely. He touched her face, wiping away the tears with his thumb as he continued.

"At first it was too difficult, painfull to search the depths of the sea for that dead boy and he'd been through but after a while I didn't care. I was ready to let Robb Stark stay dead, at rest with his family, because I had you and I was happy."

He leaned forward and she allowed him to kiss her, his lips brushing hers tenderly and with apology.

"Robb Stark is dead but his sister isn't. Clara was never Max, she's not like me. She never died, not really. Max was a tool she put on to survive here on Nassau. Now that it turns out our brother yet lives she wants to go home. I can't be Robb Stark anymore, nor would I want to be but I can do this thing for her, if you'll help me. Help me get her home and help me find our brother. Then we can go back to living our lives, the way we choose, free. Clara will be happy at home with Jon, and I'll be happy anywhere with you."

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"Robyn... no..."
Robyn looked away from him, but her eyes were having a hard time staying away.

"You think?...You think I didn't tell you because I didn't trust you? How could I not trust you? I love you." She clenched her fists at his words. He was lying. He had to be. Nothing he's done proved anything to the contrary.
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"You've always been able to spot a liar. Tell me I'm lying now... Go on." He said and she opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. They didn't exist. He wasn't lying, but that just made things more confusing. Why didn't he tell her then? His hand came toward hers and she wanted to smack him away, but couldn't the moment his fingers curled around her fingers.

"Robyn Sheva, I love you... and I know you love me." He said and she took a breath, her chest quaking as she held back all but a single tear. She rolled her eyes, and gave a nod. She did love him, she loved him so much, it hurt.

Whatever he had to say, she's listen.
She allow him to take her toward the bed and sat down with her. Her heart was racing in a way it hadn't since the day he told her he was leaving for war. She wasn't sure if she could take that heart break again.

"I couldn't tell you, but not for the reason you think. It wasn't because I didn't trust you."
He said and Robyn watched his face, for any hint of a lie. There was none, just the same look of love in his eyes, and a warm smile gracing his lips.

"I didn't tell you because I've been on this island for three years, the last of which I spent with you. It was the best year of my life becuase I was with you Robyn, building a new life, together. Every day that passed letting go of Robb Stark became easier and easier because I didn't want to be that man anymore. I wanted to be the man you were falling in love with." He said and she hated that his words made her tears fall. She hated happy tears, they made no sense to her, yet here she was, sobbing because she was happy. He hid it, not from her, but from himself. For her. A soft sad smile tugged at her lips as his hand brushed a thumb over her cheeks to knock away the tears.

"At first it was too difficult, painful to search the depths of the sea for that dead boy and he'd been through but after a while I didn't care. I was ready to let Robb Stark stay dead, at rest with his family, because I had you and I was happy." He leaned forward and she embraced his apologetic kiss.

"Robb Stark is dead but his sister isn't. Clara was never Max, she's not like me. She never died, not really. Max was a tool she put on to survive here on Nassau. Now that it turns out our brother yet lives she wants to go home. I can't be Robb Stark anymore, nor would I want to be but I can do this thing for her, if you'll help me. Help me get her home and help me find our brother. Then we can go back to living our lives, the way we choose, free. Clara will be happy at home with Jon, and I'll be happy anywhere with you."

Robyn took his hand into her lap, looking at the floor. She was still scared, afraid that he would see his old life, and find that perhaps Robb Stark wasn't as dead as he thought, but he truly seemed to think that he wanted to be here with her and she loved him too much not to try.

She sighed. "You should have told me...." She told him "I understand that pain more than....well...you know better than anyone how much I understand wanting to let apart of you die." She said, absentmindedly playing with his fingers. "but still, whether you like it or not, it still apart of who you are....just as my scars are." She said. "They don't define us, but still they are a crucial parts, you know my scars, I should know yours." She said, looking at him then, and her face softened in a way that only happened for him, she reached up and touched his cheek. "I'm still angry..." She told him, with a light slap of his cheek, it wasn't hard at all, just a tap really. "but we'll go, and we'll find your brother, and take your sister home and you'll have all that time to tell me about what it was like to be a prince." She said, and leaned in for a kiss and then chuckled against his lips before pulling away. " You know, You're true name is so close to mine, It's actually funny." She said, with her usual smirk. "Robb and Robyn....Figures."

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Image Flint smiled, a hungry smile after the playful slap from Robyn. He was truly lucky to have found her, or that she found him, either way he loved that damned woman.

"but we'll go, and we'll find your brother, and take your sister home and you'll have all that time to tell me about what it was like to be a prince."

She said, kissing him again. He had a mind to throw on the bed then and there before she started laughing.

"You know, You're true name is so close to mine, It's actually funny. Robb and Robyn....Figures."

"Figures."

Flint echoed as he took her hand.

"I am sorry love, I'll make it up to you..."

He said, ending with that wolfish grin of his he could never lose, no matter what name he took. He helped her to his feet, playing the prince for her, only for her.

"My Lady."

He said in mock bow once they were both standing, as he rose he ran his hand up her thigh, a mischievous look in his eye.

"I really do look forward to making this up to you."

There was a soft knock on the door, his sister must have been listening to hear if they were arguing, making up or if Robyn shot him. They shared a soft chuckled and a shake of the head, Flint felt like he was a teen again with a girl in his room and Sansa or Arya was being nosy.

"Come on in Max, she didn't shoot me."

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"Figures."
He repeated and she smirked, as he took her hand.

"I am sorry love, I'll make it up to you..."
"Ah, just you wait...." She told him, matching his wolfish grin with one of her own. He then rose, and leading her to her feet and bowing. She rolled her eyes,but was smiling.
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"My Lady."
He said as his hand rose up her thigh. She smirked.

"I really do look forward to making this up to you."

"Oh is that how princes behave?" She said, ready to toss him on the bed, but then there was a small knock at the door. She chuckled. Max...or Clara Snow rather, was at the door, wondering how her brother fared.

"Come on in Max, she didn't shoot me." He said and Clara Snow entered the room.

"Oh, I haven't decided on that yet." She said, but was only have joking, she was still upset, but she loved him too much to let it truly bother her. Clara looked between the two of them, assessing for blood. She really has been here too long.

"Oh stop, If I was going to kill him, he'd already be dead...." She said and Clara gave a nervous chuckle. "I'm taking you home." She said and Clara Snow smiled." Truly?!" Truly, Get your things, be ready by morning." She told her.

"I need a drink and a bed." She told Robb Stark. " Where you are when that happens, is entirely up to you." She said, and stalked out of the room.

"There's a free room, upstairs!" Clara called, and Robyn gave her a salute with two fingers without turning around.

She heard Clara ask him if he were alright and Robyn chuckled to herself. She still got it.

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"I'm fine, really. Robyn is... well, she's a lot like me."

He said with a half chuckle. His sister was practically beaming with excitement. She had found out her long lost dead brother was alive and it was Jon of all people. She and Jon had always had a special connection, they were like twins. Two children of Eddard Stark who felt like outsiders, wolves of a different color. Clara because she was Snow, a bastard, and Jon... was Jon, ever the loner. He was so like his great white Direwolf Ghost, the silent one with the blood red eyes. Jon would vanish for weeks as a boy, and sometimes no one would even notice he was gone. He rarely spoke, and when he did it was a soft word or two. Robb's mother once said that Jon carried around a sadness in him and even he didn't know why. Clara had that sadness too because she never knew her mother, and Catelyn Tully-Stark made sure that Winterfell never truly felt like home to the olive skinned girl with the midnight curls. No matter how much blood she shared with her true born children. For that, Clara even as a child, gravitated to her brooding older brother.

"You remind me of him... Jon, don't know if I've ever told you that. You were always so much like him, now more than ever. You're stronger than you know, and bolder."

He took his sister in his arms and embraced her warmly. Robb Stark loved his family, for all he was, for all he'd lost and all he'd done Robb Stark would always love his family. That part of him would always be there. She looked up at him and he smiled, softly as he used to do when they were children.

"He survived when everyone else died around him, just like you did. Wherever he is now, he'll survive it. Get your things together and get some rest Clara... We have a big day ahead of us."

He kissed her forehead softly, and for a moment he was Robb Stark again, the Northern Prince sharing a tender moment with his younger half sister. He left the room and Robb faded, James Flint looked out on Noonan's. The Crimson Crew were well into their cups by now, the girls of the brothel were enjoying the rush of patronage as coins were spent quickly and with little care. Flint took a moment to check on them, ensure everyone was enjoying themselves before heading upstairs to Robyn's room.

The sun had long since set and the moon light shined off the sea. Robyn stood on the balcony, overlooking the waves. Coated in moonlight he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. Her coat lay over a nearby chair and her boots had been kicked off. She was leaning against the railing of the outer doorway with a bottle of rum in one hand. He paused and drank in the sight of her. Her long wavy black hair falling over her shoulders and down her back. Her dark skin was kissed by moonlight seemed and to glimmer, the hint of late island heat allowing the tiniest beads of sweat to glisten off her bare shoulder as her shirt hung off her carelessly. She rose the bottle to her lips, drank what she wanted and left the bottle at her lips as her mind worked. Flint could only imagine what she was thinking about.

"Have I told you lately..."

His voice was calm and inviting as he approached her from behind and slid his hands around her waist. She smiled as he brought her close, he could almost feel a chuckle bubbling up inside of her.

"How beautiful you are?"

He asked before he began kissing her neck, eliciting that laugh from her he'd been waiting on.

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Robyn watched the waves from the balcony, her mind having drifted even further then that. The moon hung over the horizon, reflecting on to the water below.

It wasn't often Robyn felt fear, but she did. She couldn't help but think what would happen once Flint---Robb Stark, returned to the North, he'd have his family back, she knew how much he loved his sister, she was almost jealous of the affection, she could only imagine what he would do once he returned to this old life and had his family back. It was easy to say how he wanted to be rid of his old life, when he thought he had nothing left.

She rose the bottle to her lips, and allow the liquid to calm her mind. He said he'd return with her, he was taking his sister home, and finding his brother, and then, she could have him all to herself.

She hoped that was true, she didn't want to lose him. She didn't think her heart could take it.

"Have I told you lately...." Robyn smiled as his hands slipped around her waist, and he caressed her from behind.

How beautiful you are..." He said, peppering her neck with kisses. She could only close her eyes and hum out a soft moan.

She let that continue on for a moment before turning to him, wrapping her arms around him, resting them over his shoulder, the bottle of rum, hanging loosely from her fingers.

She memorized his face, every sharp curve, every color, she committed it to her mind.

She wanted to tell him not to leave her, beg him even, but she could see in his head, he had no plans on doing so, but that fear still touched her, instead, she pressed an almost desperate kiss to his lips, letting that speak to her words for her.

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The sun trickled through the windows, the sea air danced on the wind as Flint and Robyn slept, their naked bodies entangled in one another. Flint blinked his tered eyes awake with a yawn, stretching his arms out. The movement roused Robyn enought to open her eyes, a soft smile touched her lips. He kissed her and bid her good morning.

"I'll get the men ready, when you get up could you collect my sister?"

Robyn sleepily muttered her agreement before rolling back over. Flint smiled and pinched her ass before getting out of bed. He got dressed, and headed out of the room, leaving the sleeping Captain of The Harbinger comfortable in a mess of bed sheets. As he made his way through Noonan's his mind was grappled with itself. While he was aexcited, even anxious to see The North again, to look for his long lost brother beside Clara he was frightened as well, frightened of what it would mean going back, frightened of the memories he'd left at Winterfell. He did his best to stow his worries away as he descended the stairs where he found is men.

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"Morning gents."

Flint said casually.

"Oi... mornin Flint..."

One of them replied tiredly as he rubbed his head in pain.

"You lads look like you've had quite the night. Best shake it off and make yourselves useful. We've got a tide to catch. Captain wants to be gone before we lose the morning wind."

The crew started to assemble, slowly but they got themselves together. As they collected themselves the ships new boatswain Hal Gates approached him.

"Captains got us shoving off again? Where to?"

Flint flashed a wolfish grin.

"The North, Mr. Gates. We're headed to The North."

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Robyn barely registered Flints words until he pinched her. She jumped and smacked at him, with a sleepy chuckle before closing her eyes for a few moments more.
She didn't used to sleep this well. Laying with him, was the only way she'd been able to sleep, knowing that she was safe, in his arms, it allowed her to relax.

He wasn't in bed anymore so she pulled herself up, her hair a tangled mess from his fingers, and her skin a little stiffen from his love bites.
She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing the dark waves back into their original position, before she made her way around the room, collecting her clothes.

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She left the room as The Crimson Lady, her face hidden behind a mask that only Flint could remove, she made her way downstairs to find Max seemingly not to happy with one of her girls. Robyn watched the events unfold.
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"How much did you charge that man?" Max asked, it was clear at least to Robyn Max knew exactly how much.

The girl was a mousy looking thing, she was ample in the chest, but she wasn't much of a looker.
"What I was supposed to, Max." She said, clearly testing the waters and Max cocked her head." What you were supposed to?" She asked, "You charged him 20 pieces....I know this man, I know what he likes, and Mothering cost 10 pieces...." She said.
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The girl rolled her eyes "Give him the money back." Max ordered and the girl turned up her nose. "I will not, I don't know why you are even here, Max, You were just Eleanor's bitch until she threw you---"
Max hand came up so fast, the girl didn't see it coming. Robyn did, and she chuckled.
"Watch yourself, This is my house, and you live in it, Give him what you owe him, and perhaps I will forget what you just said." She said, and The girl huffed, reaching in her chest and pulled a purse from her breast. She pulled the coin and handed it to the man.
"Good, Go wash up, you have another client, He likes to use his fingers..." She told him and the girl swallowed before dashing off and right passed Robyn.

"What, you have something you want to say, so say it." Max said and Robyn laughed. " I was just going to congrulate you on that." Robyn said with a thumb toward where the girl rushed off to. " They all tried it, to pull one over on me, they think because I was never one of them, I don't know how to run this place."

"Well up until a few moments ago, I believed that very thing." Robyn said with a shrug. "Are you sure what to leave all this?" She asked and Max took a breath. "I have to find my brother, let him know that I'm still alive, but I never I was going to stay...." She said, and Robyn saw she wasn't just speaking for herself. "You make him happy, and he does the same for you..."

"Ah ah, don't do that, Max, whatever word magic you do with them, you will not do with me." Robyn said with a chuckle, and was only half joking. She was eerily good with her words, Robyn saw through it only because she knew the truth, the others, didn't stand a chance.

Max held up her hands. "Fair enough," she said and Robyn sighed. "So you think you'll be able to return to all this, once you've had a taste of your old life."

"My old life wasn't the best, it was just a gilded cage, I was supposed to be married to the son of a horrible man, I didn't even get to see what my husband looked like, I never met him, I was just supposed to ride out, and marry him just like that. I'll be able to return without regret." She said and Robyn frowned. "Robb was supposed to be married too,"
Robyn looked at her, with wide eyes. " What?"

"Same horrible man wanted him to marry one of his ugly daughters....That's where we were on our way too, He doesn't like to talk about it, what happened that day, but you should ask him, The Stark Men like to retreat to themselves when things get complicated, you have to coax him, and he'll come around." She told her and Robyn could see that her mind drifted for a moment, someplace dark, her hand rose to her neck and the small scar there. "Alright, are you ready?" She asked, and Max nodded. "Yes," She said and they both headed up to her room and gathered her belongings. "So who is going to be running things while your gone?" Robyn asked. "A friend of mine, Marden, between you and I, I don't have a worry that he'll be partaking in the product." She said and Robyn's brow hit the top of her head. "ah, well, very well then. Let's go." She said, and soon they met up with her brother and Gates. "Headed to the North?" Gates asked and Robyn nodded. "Indeed." She said, looking at Flint, there was a smile on her lips but a question in her eyes. She wanted to know what happened, why he thought he died that day, she wanted to know all of it, but she figured it would come later. There would be many nights between here and the North. She would learn about the man she loved.

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The seas were calm and the sun was warming to the skin. Flint could hear the gulls up above as they left Nassau in their wake. The North was before them and a long voyage in between but they were headed to the place where he'd grown up. Where Clara had grown up and Arya, where Sansa and Jon and all the others. People, family, that were like dreams to him, dreams of another life he barely remembered. Yet where turmoil could have lingered, where uncertainty and fear could have prowled there was an odd serenity. The talk with Robyn last night had soothed him, given him safe harbor in the storm within. So he was able to smile, to enjoy the trip to the cold lands he had not seen in years. At least for now, he hadn't felt the cold Northern wind yet or heard a howl from The Wolfswood. Flint wasn't sure what he'd feel once he did, all he knew was at the moment, the two most important women in his life were with him.

He turned and smiled casually. Max and Robyn stood at the helm, looking out on the horizon, Clara with fervent excitement and Robyn with all the swagger that he'd fallen in love with. He could barely notice the trepidation in her eyes. He knew she was hesitant about taking him home, worried how he'd react once he was back in his old surroundings. In truth so was he but he took solace in her and hoped she would do the same. Clara caught eyes with him and smiled back, a happy and eager look on her face. He could only shake his head with the softest of laughs before turning back to look at the sea. The men worked to keep the Harbinger on her route as the waves parted for the infamous vessel. The sounds of men shouting as they pulled on rigging lines and kept the sails in the wind filled the air. The smell of the sea filled his nose and Flint breathed deep. He had grown to love the sea, almost as much as the captain who'd stolen his heart.

Now he was taking his new loves home, to where his heart used to find comfort. In the cold and the snow, in the godswood with the ancient weirdwoods with carved faces of blood red sap, to the grey keep of Winterfell that he thought long lost to the enemy. Flint had a sister in law to meet and a rescue to mount yet all the while his mind kept finding it's way back to the crypts beneath Winterfell. He wondered if they carved statues for his father and mother, he'd want to see them. The ones for his sisters and brothers would be harder, especially the little ones like Arya and the boys. Flint stroked his goatee and stowed his fears away for the moment, never realizing that his hand had been absent mindedly playing at the string of dire wolf teeth hanging off his neck.