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William 'Will' Casey

"She is the Captain, that is all I have to say."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires and Swords”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

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Name: William Casey

Age: 26

Appearance: William is a blond haired blue eyes, standing at 6'5 and muscular build.

Build:

Personality: : William is a surprisingly light hearted man, who, despite his staggering stature and his career, is actually quite lovable. He, is obviously no stranger to death, but he only does so when necessary. he has a sweet spot for kids, especially girls, due to his having seven younger sisters of his own. He is kind, friendly and chivalrous, and loyal to anyone he calls a friend. He is particularly protective of his Captain, and has been in love with her since the moment they met, thought he wouldn't never press the issue, knowing a bit of her past

Where they live:
The Harbinger

What/ who they are:
First Mate to Captain Robyn Sheva
Navigator of the Harbinger

History:
WIP

Skills:
Navigation
Sword Play
Hand to Hand Combat/Wrestling

Other:

So begins...

William 'Will' Casey's Story

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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"Clara, you're drunk. Why don't you come with me and I'll take you to your roo-"
Scarlet snorted behind her hand as Amelia knocked into him. Her cheeks were red, and her vision was all but gone and she couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"Da'Karro, if you're not too busy barking at the captains men and ordering about the captains guests could you get my cousin to bed before she hurts herself?" Jon told him, harshly and Scarlet's huffed. " Don't be so mean." She said with pout, but Jon just simply lifted Amelia into his arms.

"Lord Umber, you know anything about ships?" Jon said and Scarlet looked over at the large man as he and Jon spoke, blinked a few times and a large grin smeared across her face, sobering her up some. " UMBER BEAR!" She squealed with delight, her excited shriek was literally loud enough to give everyone a mild headache, thankfully, Amelia and Jon had already shuffled off down to the lower deck. Scarlet then pulled herself from Da'Karro and wrapped her arms around the large man. "You were supposed to look after me, remember?" She asked, though she knew he probably did, but at this point, she was so drunk, logic was all but gone.
"Someone's loaded off the gunwalls..." The Captain said, causing Scarlet to frowned. " I don't know that means." she said with huff.
"It means your drunk, Miss Scarlet," Another voice brought her back to her sense. She turned to see the towering Mr. Casey standing beside the Captain. "CASEY!" She squealed causing them all to wince. She grinned even wider now, sobering up at the two shocking sights before her. She hugged Casey who in turned hugged her back. " Hey there" He said ruffling her hair a bit. "You're alright now?"
" Never better." Casey grinned and Scarlet beamed. She knew there was a war, and a lot of people had died, members of her own family but she still couldn't help her happiness that all of the people who cared for her, were in the same place. It made her head spin, "Whoa... dizzy." She said and teetered against Da'Karro, holding on for balance.

"You've alot to catch up on, Mr. Casey, Da'Karro, do you mind, briefing him on the days events, while I discuss some things with the royals? After you deal with this one," The Captain asked but it really wasn't a question, more of an order disguised as a question.
Casey smiled over at Scarlet as she held on to Da'Karro but frowned some when the Captain's words struck him. "Royals?"
"It's been a long day." was the Captain's reply.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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Scarlets sudden appearance at Da'Karros waist was an unexpected but pleasant surprise, the realisation she was absolutely floored was not, "Why are you always so grumpy, Handsome?" she asked playfully, "Sorry, I think I'm a little drunk. Queen Amelia is the best ever!"
Jon appeared at Da'Karros shoulder, clearly eager to get his inebriated cousin somewhere where she couldn't hurt herself, "Clara.."
Suddenly Jon bore the brunt of her drunkenness and as she wheeled around she nearly backhanded him across the face, "Oh! Sorry Pup!" She cried, falling into his arms, "I know a secret~!" she sang merrily, before her voice dropped to a loud, utterly conspicuous whisper, "But I can't say it now. Not here, with all the pirates"
"Clara, you're drunk. Why don't you come with me and I'll take you to your roo-" Jon attempted before the white haired woman, in a very unqueenly manner, proceeded to teeter and fall. Jon managed to catch her barely but she was all but limp in his arms. He seemed to weigh up his options before reluctantly turning to Da'Karro, "Da'Karro, if you're not too busy barking at the captains men and ordering about the captains guests could you get my cousin to bed before she hurts herself?"
Da'Karro scowled but held up the still giggling Scarlet none the less, "They're mine to bark at Stark, and while you're on the Captains ship, youll follow the orders I give you."
Jon ignored him and turned to the bear of a man behind him, "Lord Umber, you know anything about ships?"
The bear smiled and agreed, saying something with such a thick northern accent Da'Karro could barely make out the words. Something about bastards and fish.
Scarlet however clearly recognised the bear, and rushed over to him, "UMBER BEAR!" She squealed loudly, detaching herself form Da'Karro and stumblingly careened into the big mans arms. "You were supposed to look after me, remember?" She slurred, her voice muffled by the mans thick furs.
A voice from behind Da'Karro broke the reverie, "Someone's loaded off the gunwalls..." Robyn said, appearing from out of the blue. "I don't know that means." Scarlet said with a huff, still clinging to the bear.
"It means your drunk, Miss Scarlet," Said another voice that Da'Karro had most certainly not been expecting,
"CASEY!" She squealed again flying off the bear and into Casey now, who teetered himself from the force of her embrace.
"Hey there," He said, scruffing her hair with a free hand, "You're alright now?"
"Never better." She said, and Casey smiled that big lovable puppy dog smile of his, Scarlet pulled back to look at him but the Alcohol was still rife in her system and she teetered, Da'Karro quickly holding her arm so she could balance, "Whoa... dizzy."
"You've alot to catch up on, Mr. Casey," Robyn said with a coldness Da'Karro knew was just for show, "Da'Karro, do you mind briefing him on the days events, while I discuss some things with the royals? After you deal with this one,"
"Royals?" Casey asked with confusion, apparently noticing the strangers for the first time.
"It's been a long day." Robyn replied dryly.
Da'Karro looked over the freshly healed casey, he was still pale but otherwise looked healthy, clearly whatever the Spider Queen had done had been effective, "Welcome back to the Land of the living Casey. Long story short, we are assisting these nobles with their campaign to liberate the north. We lost a lot of men in your absence and are in the process of acquiring more. We have a Jon Stark on board who is Scarlets cousin and the rightful king in the north. You have been healed by a Fae and we are currently balls deep in enemy territory, any questions? No? Good."
Da'Karro lifted Scarlet into his arms and made his way below decks.
"Ishka damnit, today has just been one damn thing after the other."

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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Scarlet let off a squeal as she was suddenly lifted off of the ground. She didn't realized was being lifted by Da'Karro until his harms want under her legs and carried her bridal style. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss to his cheek. " Don't be grumpy," She said and lay her head in between his shoulder and neck. "I like it better when you smile, it makes me happy." She said and was asleep before he could make it to her little cabin in the kitchen.

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"Welcome back to the Land of the living Casey. Long story short, we are assisting these nobles with their campaign to liberate the north. We lost a lot of men in your absence and are in the process of acquiring more. We have a Jon Stark on board who is Scarlets cousin and the rightful king in the north. You have been healed by a Fae and we are currently balls deep in enemy territory, any questions? No? Good."
Casey stood there, mouth agape. Robyn just rolled her eyes. " Lord Umber, we need to discuss the terms, I suppose we wait until the drunken queen sobers up." She said and it was then Tenanye walked over, Casey noticed her before anyone else did. " Milady, You look ill?" He said, and Robyn looked at him oddly as he was incredibly concerned with her safety suddenly and not only that he called her Milady?
"I'm fine, Just a little weak, I used alot of magic today and it's just taken a bit of a toll." She said. "I just need rest." She told him and he looked as if he'd carry her himself but she stopped him. " Stay with your, Captain, Obsidian will help me." She told him and the male fae nodded and helped the Spider Queen onto one of the guest cabins. "Milady?" Robyn said and rolled her yes again. " We'll continue our talks later, for now everyone seems to need to rest."
"Not me." Casey added, trying to lighten the mood, but that did nothing but make her huff and she walked away toward her cabin.
Casey nodded to the large men to whom he hadn't met yet. "Excuse me..err make yourselves comfortable." He said quickly and followed after her.

"Captain?" He said after rapping on the door but she didn't answer. He dropped his head. She was not happy and he really didn't know why. Da'Karro might know

So he decided he'd ask him, he made his was down to the lower decks and peeked into the Kitchen to see Da'Karro coming out of the small cabin behind the wall.

"Hey." He said. "Thanks for um, handling things while I was out." He said with a nod. "Couldn't have been easy, especially with the Captain..." He said looking down as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded. He looked up at him with a slight frown " How was she?"

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"Without you? A mess." Da'Karro replied bluntly, "I've been practically running this ship myself for the last two days."
He started rifling through the cupboards of the kitchen, searching in vain for something to eat.
"Where on earth does Scarlet keep it all?" He mused.
"We lost the majority of what remained on our crew unnecessarily slaughtering Khalidorans looking for a doctor to save your ass. That was when we ran into the royals. The Spider Queen, Tenanye, she agreed to heal you. We are here in White harbor looking for crew along with assisting lord Stark in finding his resistance, a task we are now hopefully through with and can now get out of this frozen shitstorm of a country."

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"Without you? A mess." Da'Karro answered and Casey just rose his brow. "I've been practically running this ship myself for the last two days." He said and he shuffled through the cupboards. Casey just sighed. He figured as much but now she wasn't walked to him and he really didn't know why. "We lost the majority of what remained on our crew unnecessarily slaughtering Khalidorans looking for a doctor to save your ass. That was when we ran into the royals. The Spider Queen, Tenanye, she agreed to heal you. We are here in White harbor looking for crew along with assisting lord Stark in finding his resistance, a task we are now hopefully through with and can now get out of this frozen shitstorm of a country."

That was when it struck him. The Spider Queen, Robyn never liked her and to make matters worse he was feeling an incredibly strong bond to her Robyn must have saw that. He had to tell her it wasn't what she thought, Tenanye was beautiful but she felt like a mother to him now, with Robyn, his feelings for her was something else entirely, something he couldn't even begin to explain

"So she agreed to use magic to save me, and now she's giving me the cold shoulder-"

It was then the memory of what happened before he blacked out came flooding back, it made his head spin and his eyes hurt, He covered a hand over his eye for a moment. "Wait...You were down too? I saw, you were shot, right through the chest, did Lady Tenanye save you too?" He asked him, after all, Casey was stabbed after taking out the gunner that shot him,, and he saw the sword go through his chest.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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The ship had gone quiet, as morning finally rose on the shores of the North. Most of the passengers had taken to thier respective cabins for rest, and a few lingering early rising members of the crew busied themselves with cards or friendly gambling, Casey and Da'Karro had moved their conversation to the top deck, neither needing much sleep which was odd for Casey. Lord Umber stood protectively outside the cabin where Jon and Amelia rested, to keep an eye on the new king of the North. The Captain sat in her cabin as well, memorizing the map of the North for the upcoming siege.

Down in the Kitchen, the peacefully sleeping Scarlet rose from her bed, her eyes half lidded, her feet bare as she padded across the wooden floor and up to the top deck. She had a small frown on her face as she ran up the stairs quickly and to the top deck, Her footfalls were light and she was barely heard as she passed the conversing men that leaned over the bow, facing the water. She was always light on her feet, it is how she got the nickname Clara Underfoot in the first place.

She had begun to climb the crows nest. "Leave me alone!" She cried out. " I don't belong to you!" She said, "I don't belong to anyone!" She screamed out, waking the whole ship.

Robyn came out of her cabin and gasped. " Not again." She started to climb but Scarlet stopped her. " Don't come any closer, I'll jump." She said warned and climbed to the edge of the crow's nest. Robyn froze. Casey and Da'Karro rushed over too. "She's at it again but I think she is mildly aware of us, if we get close, she'll jump." She warned and scanned the ship trying to figure out what to do next.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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Casey nodded as Da'Karro gave him the brief of what had happened, "So she agreed to use magic to save me, and now she's giving me the cold shoulder-" He paused and Da'Karro gave up his search for food and looked up at the first mate, "Wait...You were down too? I saw, you were shot, right through the chest, did Lady Tenanye save you too?"
"Ah," Da'Karro said, remembering Casey had been unconscious since the events of the Lobos, "No... I... this will take a while to explain, lets go upstairs." He walked out of the Kitchen and Casey followed suit behind him.
"Yes I was shot, and stabbed, much in a similar way to you, but my wounds..." He touched the place on his abdomen, feeling the absence of a scar even more than if there had been one present, "Healed."
They walked out onto the deck and continued on to the Keel, "I dont know How to explain it, if I could, I would say Ishka saved me but truly I do not know. one minute I was dying, then... I wasnt." He looked at Casey and and smirked, "The Captain was less than amused with my miraculous recovery and your looming death, but that was no matter. Either way, I am healed, you are healed, we are all-"
"Leave me alone!" Cried a voice Da'Karro knew all too well " I don't belong to you! I don't belong to anyone!" Scarlet screamed waking the whole ship as she climbed the rigging towards the crows nest.
"Damnit!" Da'Karro said, leaping the railing from the keel to the main deck, nearly landing on the Captain as she exited her cabin.
"Not again." Robyn exclaimed before making for the rigging.
"Don't come any closer, I'll jump." Scarlet cried, reaching the edge of the crows nest and standing precariously on its edge.
"She's at it again but I think she is mildly aware of us, if we get close, she'll jump." Robyn said, frantically trying to think of a plan.
"Casey!" Da'Karro said, probably the first time he had ever given the first mate an order, "Go find Tenanye, she might be able to use her magic in some way." He tore off his gauntlet and embedded his sword in the deck, "Robyn, if she jumps ill break her fall, im the least likely to die from my injuries, you go see if you can get her down without her jumping, AND SOMEONE GO FIND JON!"

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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Jon walked through the godswood alone, the fresh snow crunched under his boots with each step. Winter had only just begun to arrive and the first of the snow falls coated the world in a thin white sheet of pristine beauty. The white trunks of the weirwood trees almost seemed to vanish in the snow if it were not for the faces carved into them. With the white back ground and the white trunks the faces almost appeared to float on their own, watching The King of The North as he moved through the wood. Each breath Jon took came out in puffs of vapor in the cold winter air. Jon was looking for something but what, he wasn't yet certain.

Finally he heard it, the sound of his guide through these dreams so often.
ImageThe caw of the three eyed raven drew his attention to a single tree standing before the entrance to a forest clearing. Jon followed the raven and walked past the tree into the where the godswood opened up. The clearing was large and circular in shape. In it's center slept a massive scaled beast. Jon moved toward and discovered it to be a dragon, larger than any he could imagine. It's scales were black and red, not so different from Drogon if the beast were not so huge. The dragon slept, curled with his tail encircling it's body. Jon stepped near it and could see there was something else behind the wall of dragon scales. An infant child, swaddled in cloth of grey and cloth of black and red. The child's hair was deep and dark as the night sky with eyes like shining emeralds. It cooed for a moment before falling asleep. It slept soundly within the protective circle of the slumbering dragon and at the child's feet slept yet another creature, a young dire wolf pup no more than a few months old.

"Shh... he's sleeping."

Jon whipped around with a start to find Amelia standing there. She smiled at him lovingly and kissed him before turning him back around to look at the baby. She slid her arms around him before pressing her head to his back. She looked at the child with a mothers love as Jon did so in awe.


The rays of the morning sun touched Jon's face causing his eyes to slowly blink open. He grunted softly as he shifted in bed, it was only then he realized he wasn't alone. Almost in surprise his eyes looked down to find Amelia curled up in his arms. His mind, still clouded with sleep, took a moment to adjust to the reality of last nights events. The drinking, carrying her to her room, the fall and her request.

"Stay here with me Jon."

Her voice echoed in his mind and brought a smile to his face. Content was not a sufficient word to describe his feeling. He layed there, with Amelia fast asleep on his chest and nothing else mattered. Not the war, not Wanhope, not whatever in seven hells was going on above deck that was causing so much noise. In the bowels of the ship Jon could barely hear what was going on but he could hear foot steps, running and muted shouting. It wasn't a battle, that much was sure. Battles were louder but something was happening none the less. After trying his best to ignore the commotion he resigned himself to find out what was going on. Reluctantly he untangled himself from Amelia's arms and rested her head back down on the pillows of the bed. He covered her with a blanket before he set to find his boots which he'd kicked off last night. Once he located them he sat on a chair next to the bed to slip them on. As he did she awoke.

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Jon smiled as her eyes met his. He wanted to kiss her. He'd never wanted anything more in his entire life but he settled with words.

"Good morning."

Was all he said before the banging started.

"Your Grace!"

The voice was that of The Great Jon's that much was certain. Lord Umber was pounding on the door urgently.

"Your Grace! Jon!"

The Great Jon burst through the door with his hand up shielding his eyes from whatever sight may lay on the other side. Jon and Amelia both sprang up in surprise, Jon protectively nearly shot out of the chair in a single leap as his hand reached for his sword belt.

"Apologies my king, I know you're not alone but you're needed at once."

"It's alright Lord Umber, we are decent. What is it?" Jon asked impatiently as he strapped Longclaw to his hip.

The Great Jon hesitantly lowered his hand from his face. The big man's eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room and focused on Amelia and Jon. For a moment he looked almost surprised they were indeed both fully clothed.

"It's Clara, shes climbed into the crows nest and is threatening to jump. I don't... I don't think she's well. It's as if she doesn't know where she is."

The worry in the big man's face was evident. Lord Umber had always cared for Clara like a child of his own or a little sister. Jon cast a quick look back at Amelia who still lay in bed. He looked at her in concern as if by chance she could make sense of all this. Why would Clara try to kill herself, what was happening to her? She had never attempted anything like this before, no matter how horrid things got at home.

"I'm going to get her down, I'll be back."

Jon stated boldly before turning and rushing out of the room. He was up the stairs and on the deck in what seemed like seconds. Around the mast that held the cat walk a small crowd had gathered looking up at the troubled Stark girl. Just as Lord Umber had said Clara had climbed into the crows nest and stood at the edge, primed to leap to the hard deck below. The fall would surely kill her and no one dared get too close to the ladder to climb up after her for fear she'd jump. Jon pushed his way through the crowd with the help of the massive Lord Umber and rushed to the captains side. Da'Karro was there as well, along with Mr. Casey, the captain wounded man on the mend.

"Captain! What is going on? What's wrong with her?"

He asked in worry as he reached Robyn.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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Jon nodded saying not a word. All his focus was on his cousin, Clara who teetered precariously on the edge of the cat walk, ready to leap out into the open air at a moments notice. Jon reached the beam that led to where she stood and grabbed hold of the metal rungs. He hoisted himself up and began the climb. Each step replayed the captains words in his head.

"She sleep walks."

New behavior for Clara. He'd never known her to sleep walk before. He'd spent countless nights in New Castle just as she had spent countless nights in Winterfell and not once did he ever remember her wandering off in a daze.

"She's been doing so since she's boarded the ship, everytime, she's tried to hurt herself."

So this has happened before. How many times was a mystery but she'd never told him. To hear Clara tell it her time aboard the Harbinger was a grand vacation compared to growing up in White Harbor. Yet the truth was anything but. She had been giving into sleepless trances that pose her harm. Worse was that none of his new friends said not a word about it. Da'Karro was no surprise, the man hated Jon as far as he could tell. The Captain however stung a bit more. He had vouched for her with Lord Umber, he'd trusted her and she kept this from him. He knew he had no reason to be cross with her, she was no doubt trying to keep him from worrying but it didn't make him feel any less lied to.

"Right now it seems that she only sees this Count person, in all of us."

Count Reginald Blackwood, Clara's betrothed and the man who Jon nearly freed of all his teeth when he'd last seen him. The Count had come to Winterfell to speak with his father. Unfortunately for Count Blackwood Clara had visited days earlier and told Jon some troubling news. She'd told him how the count had been treating her, she told him of the threats and the promises of abuse to come. Jon's knuckles were bleeding by the end of it..

Jon grit his teeth and forced the thoughts of the Count and everything else out of his mind as he reached the crows nest. He took a breath and focused, he had to be perfect if he was going to save Clara. A single mistake could send her careening off the catwalk to the deck below. Jon pulled himself up, over the last rung and stepped onto the wooden crows nest. Jon was immediately aware of how high up he was. If Clara had been coherent she would have been terrified, Jon knew he was more than a bit uneasy at this height but his fear was silenced in favor of his concern for Clara.

"Clara?..."

Jon asked softly as he steadied himself on the towering height, with the wind whipping around them.

"Clara?... It's me, Jon. It's Pup."

He said, almost pleading as he extended a hand to her.

"Can you come here and talk to me Clara? Please Clara, I just want to talk."

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander Character Portrait: William 'Will' Casey
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Jon's world seemed to slow around him as terror seized his heart. He'd failed her. He'd pushed too hard, too fast and it drove her away. Clara was going to jump and she was going to die and it was all his fault. He'd failed his brothers because he wasn't strong enough to stand beside them. He'd failed his sister because he wasn't strong enough to protect her. He'd failed his mother and he failed his father and now he'd failed Clara. He was doomed to be the Last Stark and there was not a thing he could do to stop it. He could run to her, try and grab her but he would no doubt catch only the tail of her dress as she slipped through his fingers.

"REMEMBER!"

The raven's cawing echoed in Jon's mind and it stilled his beating heart, even if it was just for a moment. It was thumping so hard it threatened to beat out of his chest but he calmed himself as best he could as he did the only thing he thought might make a difference. The only thing he'd dared to try and save her, he sang.

"Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song..."

His voice was picked up in the wind, timid and afraid it was but there was a strength there. A strength he didn't have in Winterfell.

"Legend's faded storyline
Tried to warn us all
Oh, they called her "Loreley"
Careful or you'll fall..."

Jon took a careful step toward her, she had not jumped yet and his voice was growing stronger. He was not a singer by any means but the song had it's own power. A power that neither the Queen of the Fae nor the Godking Wanhope could ever fathom.

"Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold...
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley... "

Clara had taught him this song. No one knew she had but Jon and Clara. They had been alone that day when she dragged him to the beach. Jon was not someone who enjoyed attention so no one knew he had learned the tune, nor had he ever dared sing it aloud. Jon moved closer now as her eyes fell on him. Was that recollection in her face?

"Clara?..."

Jon asked tentatively, pausing finally from his singing. His emotion was thick in his throat as fear gripped him but he would not fail her. Not Clara, he would never fail his family again.

"Come now Clara Underfoot, don't make me sing alone."

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Jon surged forward. Her knees gave way and her eyes closed as her body went limp. She was on the edge of the crows nest and about to fall from the sky like a crow without wings yet she had a guardian up there with her, a wolf to watch her. He seized her with arms strengthened by brotherly love. Jon pulled her close, away from the edge. He held her for a moment, he held her close, cradling her head to his chest as he finally allowed himself to breath again. He gasped in tense breaths but he exalted in the realization that she was safe in his arms. He was so frightened she would perish but so overjoyed now that she was safe from harm.

"I've got you. I've got you Clara... I've got you."

After a moment or so he hefted Clara onto his shoulder and made for the ladder. She barely weighed anything at all so the climb shouldn't have been difficult. Only able to use one arm on the ladder made it anything but. Never the less Jon slowly made his way down to the deck of the ship with the sleeping Clara over his shoulder.

"Jon!"

Lord Umber called as Jon's boots touched the deck. The big man raced to his side and helped him set Clara down. He knelt at her side, checking her for wounds as Jon allowed himself to go to a knee as well in order to catch his breath. The climb down was taxing with one arm.

"Is she hurt?"

Jon asked after a few savory breaths.

"No, gods be good, no."

Lord Umber said gratefully as he turned to Jon.

"How did you do it lad"

The Great Jon asked almost in awe, too shocked to observe the due title of his king. Jon took a moment, unsure how to respond before he shrugged tiredly.

"We're family."

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Jon hovered over her as Clara blinked her eyes awake. He breathed a sigh of relief to see her awake and back to her old self.

"Oh no...I did it again, didn't I?"

She said sadly.

"Yes,"

Robyn said shortly.

"You are never allowed rum, or any form of alcohol ever again, do you hear me? If I even see you with an old grape, I'll have you clearing barnacles off of hull of this ship for a week. Understood."

Robyn ordered. Jon nodded in agreement, if alcohol brought on the frequency of these episodes the less she was around the stuff the better.

"What did I do this time?"

Clara asked softly.

"Ya nearly jumped from the crow's nest, Miss Scarlet, but your brother got you down."

The captain's man said as he took a knee beside Clara. As he did he gave Jon a friendly nod which Jon returned with one of his own.

"He's my cousin, Mr.Casey ."

Clara corrected.

"I know a brother when I see one."

Mr. Casey replied with a grin and a wink. Jon was taken aback at the response and looked at Clara with new eyes. Casey was right. All his life he was as a brother to her as she was a sister to him. They had siblings of their own but now, when all the other wolves were gone they had only each other and she was his sister. Not to replace the one he'd lost but to take a place that was always hers to begin with. Jon smiled, with heartfelt pride and put his hand on Clara's shoulder lovingly.

As the captain shooed everyone off to see to their respective duties Clara told Jon of how she'd dreamt of him. Of how she'd seen hundreds of Count Blackwoods and how one had even claimed to be him. He knew the truth of what she'd seen. The Count had never been here. The truth was that she had been hallucinating and mistook her friends and family as the cruel Count Reginald Blackwood. Jon could see the shame in her face as she apologized to him. She was ashamed and embarrassed but Jon would see that changed. He moved beside her and took a seat on the deck next to her. Bumping her playfully as he did as only a big brother could.

"Don't apologize Clara, you got no reason to. It wasn't your fault so you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Jon sighed tiredly and rested his forearms on his knees as he cracked her a wry smile.

"Though perhaps next time you can choose a later hour to do something dramatic. I just woke up you know."

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Kingdom of Valyrian

Word had spread through the entire kingdom that their queen the Mother of Dragons had gone off to war. The people of Valyrian were not stupid and knew that if their queen was at war they were all at war. The Lords of the Kingdom had come together and discuss what they were to do in their queen's absence. They had men ready at a moment's notice to aid the Silver Queen if it came to that but with all the allies that fought by her side they doubted she would call for them. So that left only the kingdom to care for. The Kingdom of Valyrain did not have the same luxury as the Kingdom of Tripartite. They bordered their enemies and in the queen's absence they knew that they could become a target of war. For that reason the kingdom as a whole was on a high alert. The armies and ships were prepared. The guards throughout the cities were doubled and others even tripled. Some cities even went the extra mile of hiring sell-swords to assist their armies. Only the best and most loyal were hired.

With the Targaryen forces off fighting at war each city had sent a portion of men to protect the city. The chances that any army could make it through all the cities it took to reach Valyria was unlikely but the precaution needed to be taken regardless. The Fuarians had tricked and connived their way through the city of Braavos but the city had not been defeated. The city of Qarth would know of their coming before they arrived and the Braavasi weren't ones who took defeat lightly. Forty thousand of the soldiers from Braavos gathered and rode off after the enemy that had slipped them past. When the Fuarians reached Qarth they would not only have the men of army of close to eighty thousand men to contend with but also that of the Braavasi. While the Braavasi maybe well known for the sea legs some of the best swordsmen came from the city of Braavos. Any city with their own uniquely famous fighting style was a force to be reckoned with. Plus on top of the that the warlocks of Qarth could rival any in the magical arts.


Aboard the Harbinger

She could feel Jon untangling himself from her arms as she fought to stay asleep. As he rested her head back down on the pillows of the bed he covered her with a blanket. With she still felt warm it was not the same warmth she had felt when Jon had been laying down with her. The ruckus being made from whatever was going on above them was slowly but surely making her head pound. She silently swore to herself that nothing aside from water, milk or wine would ever touch her lips again as she opened her eyes.

She didn't make a sound as her eyes fell upon Jon who was seated in a chair situated near bed putting on his shoes. As their eyes met he smiled at her and she instantly smiled back.

"Good morning."
"Morning."

Before anything else could be said between them a banging sounded.

"Your Grace!"

The voice was that of The Great Jon's that much was certain. Lord Umber was pounding on the door urgently.

"Your Grace! Jon!"

A voice unknown to Amelia called out to Jon. A great man bursted through the door with his hand up shielding his eyes from what he assumed might lay on the other side. Startled by the sudden eruption Amelia sprang up at the same time Jon did. Jon went for his sword as Amelia stood taking in the large man. Who is he? When did he get here? How does he know Jon? Were questions that raced through her mind as she stood confuse as to what was going on.

"Apologies my king, I know you're not alone but you're needed at once."

"It's alright Lord Umber, we are decent. What is it?" Jon asked impatiently as he strapped his sword to his hip.

Lord Jon hesitantly lowered his hand from his face. The big man's eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room and focused on Amelia and Jon. He seemed somewhat surprised by the sight that he found which made Amelia wonder what exactly he thought the two royals had been up to. Not that it took much thought as it was what anyone would expect from two people who spent a night alone together. Of course the night before Amelia was not in any position to do the expected.

"It's Clara, shes climbed into the crows nest and is threatening to jump. I don't... I don't think she's well. It's as if she doesn't know where she is."

The worry in the big man's face was evident. Jon casted a quick look back at that expressed his concern. Amelia shared the mutual feeling of worry and concern with the men in the room as she had taken a likening to the girl and was genuinely concerned about her well-being.

"I'm going to get her down, I'll be back."

Amelia said nothing but nodded as the two Jon's left her alone in her. She prayed that whatever Jon had in his mind to do that it worked. Bringing her knees into her chest she laid on head on her knees. This morning was not going particular well. Her head was still hurting and now that she knew what had caused the commotion going above her she was also worried. She decided not to go above deck just yet as she closed her eyes and took a moment in the silence to get herself right.

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"You asked for trust, and you shall have it...Sister."

Scarlet smiled brightly

"It is all I ask, Brother." She said testing the term on her lips with a smile. It felt natural, often she wished she could call him that, call him her brother but felt foolish, he had a sister, and a kind hearted one at that amd by no means did she wish to take her place but deep down she knew he was always her brother and her own siblings felt like distant cousins.

It was then a low gruff voice came from the doorway.

"Clara Cub." Scarlet turned to see Lord Umber standing there and she smiled at the old nickname.

She only vaugely remember last night, and thankfully her head didn't hurt much, which was odd. She knew he was here but only vaugely.

The two conversed quickly before Jon said something that shocked her.

"Scarlet has missed her Umber Bear something fierce."

Scarlet looked at him with wide eyes.

"Scarlet?" Umber inquired as Jon walked out.

She giggled. "That would be me."She said and walked over giving him the biggest hug she could.

"I'm sorry to worry you." She told him, not really wanting to go into it all again.It was quite exhausting and the last thing she wanted to do was sleep.

The Captain may very well tie her to the bed next time.
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Casey stood at the keel as Tenanye approached him. "How are you feeling?" She asked him. "Perfectly fine." He answered. "Save for, The Captain won't speak to me, I think in part because of you." He said bluntly. Tenanye nodded. "She hate magic because of me." She said. "You nearly killed her." Casey added. "I remember," She said and sighed. Robyn was young at the time, no older then Clara was now. She'd snuck aboard an Anansai trading vessel and killed a good precentage of the crew and took a coat made of Anansi Silk, unfortunately for her Tenanye was on board and cut her across the belly with her vemonous nails.

Obviously not enough to kill her but enough that Robyn was shivering in agonizing pain and suffering horrible night terrors for weeks.

"She doesn't want to be indebted to me, and you remind her of that." Tenanye mentioned. Casey sighed. "Well I didn't ask for this," He said. "Believe me, I'm grateful, I'd rather not be dead but why take it out on me."

"Perhaps she isn't."


Robyn then came out of her cabin and stood in the middle of the deck. "Mr. Casey."

"Aye."

"Gather the royals, would you? We've alot to discuss. We can't waste another minute."


He looked at Tenanye. "This isn't helping either," He added. Tenanye nodded. "When all is said and done, Talk to her. It is me she resents. Not you." She said and made her way down toward where Robyn was.

Casey sighed and got to collecting the other royals.

He went to the galley first, "Excuse me, Captain wants the royals on the top deck." He sad but was met with a solid hug around the waist. There was Scarlet hugging him tightly. "Oh, what's this then?"

"Thank You, for what you said, today." She said and let go making her way upstairs. Casey smirked and nodded to the large man Scarlet was with.

Casey then went and rapped lightly on the door where Jon had disappeared to. "Excuse the intrusion but Captain wishes to gather the royals." He said before making his way back to the top deck, rubbing the back of his neck.

It was then he noticed something crawling on him. He pulled back his hand to find a small black spider resting between his fingers. Typically, Casey would have crushed it but instead, he let it crawl on to the wall and continued on his way.

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Da'Karro watch the exchange between Jon and Scarlet unfold. He damned himself that he was unable to get her down himself, but gentle speech had never been his strong suit. As Scarlet returned to her senses, Da'Karro let Jon talk to her and didn't approach. He felt strange, some niggling feeling down the back of his spine, something he had felt earlier while he was talking to casey but it was worse now. It made him feel irritable and he doubted that was what Scalet needed right now. The Large northern Bear appeared and joined the family reunion and Da'Karro had had about as much heartfelt reunion as he could stomach and left to find somewhere quiet. The feeling was stronger now, like a persistent tick in the back of his mind. It wasnt... evil or foreboding it just felt... wrong, something was wrong and he couldn't place what it was.
He found a dark corner in the hold and sat cross legged, his mind retreating into itself as he searched for the cause of his discomfort. Was this the same power that connected him and Scarlet? Him and the Captain? Was he feeling something they were experiencing? It would make sense if Scarlet still teetered on the edge of the crows nest but now she was safe, he shouldn't still be feeling like this. The Captain? She would be worried about Scarlet for sure but this was not like that, this was not fear or worry or uncertainty. It was irritating, like his senses were crying out to him, telling him something he couldn't understand. warning him of some threat he couldn't see. It was infuriating.
He heard footsteps and silently opened his eyes to see Jon walk past down the corridor, clearly not noticing the motionless Da'Karro. Was it Jon? Was he afraid Jon would take away Scarlet, keep her in the north with him and his miserable war. No, surely not, it wasn't fear or worry, it was a warning, some sense of impending doom. Shortly after Jon walked past, Casey followed after him, also missing the hidden Da'Karro. He heard talking and then Casey returned, pausing and Da'Karro thought that he had been found out but Casey said nothing and continued walking.
"Ships..." He mused, returning to his meditation, "There is never anywhere quiet on damn ships."

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"White Harbor."

Jon replied matter of factly. He stepped forward as the lumbering bear that was The Great Jon Umber stood behind him.

"You'll have your choice of the finest men and woman to ever haul a line or pitch a sail there, problem is there are a lot of Khalidorian's in the city keeping us from getting you your crew. To get your men I'll need to first get my own."

With that Jon turned to look back at Lord Umber who for the first time spoke to the collected group of royals. As he stepped forward Amelia Targaryen arrived. She was dressed in a fine, perfectly tailored dress with high riding boots. The embroidery and tailoring gave the appearance of dragons scales that hugged her curves spectacularly. Around her neck hung pendant that resembled a dragons tooth and her hair was weaved and braided intricately. Jon let his gaze linger on her until she flashed him a smile. Smiling in return to their silent conversation he turned back to the other as Lord Umber spoke.

"His Grace has yet to take power but he has no less than sixty thousand men at arms ready to serve the true King of The North. More than enough to take the harbor. We should sweep through and crush the Khalidorians with ease, despite their garrison there."

Sixty thousand men. Jon hadn't ever heard the true number but to learn that there were sixty thousand men ready to fight and die for him was a dizzying realization. Jon looked at Lord Umber. His absurdness and readiness to follow Jon was inspiring. If the Giant of Last Hearth would follow him so would the others, he would do them proud, he must.

"First we need to reach the Isle of faces, not more than a two day ride inland. That is where the resistance is located. Wanhope hasn't been able to find us and even if he had he'd never be able to penetrate the weirwood grove."

Jon was shocked he had been so thick as to not think of it first. When the first men battled the White Walkers during the Long Night Bran The Builder, the fabled progenitor of the Stark line and first King of The North, had united with the enigmatic Children of The Forest. After they joined forces they needed a base from which to command and The North was still mostly unsettled, most of the great castles had yet to be raised. So Bran The Builder, along side The Children of the Forest built the mystical fort keep of Castle Black. A towering, monstrous structure of blackened wood and ice. The Children weaved spells in the ice and wood strengthening it from fire and melt. The forest grove of weirwoods on the isle of faces repelled all unfriendly eyes. If Wanhope even found the forest his army could march in but would march out again where they entered without ever realizing they had turned around. It is impenetrable to all enemies of The North. The perfect place for the resistance to take up residence.

"If we sail north for another day along our current route, round mid morning tomorrow we can make landfall and push west. We'll come upon the isle of faces in about two days time with horses, four on foot. Once we arrive I'll present the king returned. He'll have command of the Northern forces and we make for White Harbor and your reinforcements, Captain."

Lord Umber finished with a respectful nod to the Captain as he stepped back signaling he was done speaking. They had a heading, they had a route and they had a plan which was more than they had this morning. Jon was hopeful for the future and ready to get his feet back on solid ground.

"Ajax, his men, Queen Tenanye and Queen Amelia will be coming with me when I leave. That should free up your ship for some much needed space Captain Sheva."

Jon said.

"Would you or any of your men accompany us as well? It may serve well for you at least to come Captain. I know it would go a long way for a Northern sailor to have you be a part of the battle for White Harbor if they are to follow you later. If it was your sword that helped to free them from the shackles of Khalidorian rule would earn their loyalty once aboard without needed reinforcement from me, their king."

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"There is no safe port in The North anymore."

The Great Jon grunted in displeasure. Jon flicked his gaze the grizzly Great Jon. Jon was only just returning to The North. Since Wanhope moved in Jon had only been here a matter of days before he was expelled from Winterfell and forced to seek refuge in the South Atlantic. Lord Jon Umber on the other hand had been forced to bear witness day by day as more of his country burned. As more of his country was ground beneath the boot heel of Khalidor and as more of his country men felt the rod and lash of Khalidorian slavers.

"Lord Umber..."

Jon began.

"You've been in The North since the Khalidorian occupation began. You would know what place is safe and what place is not. There must be someplace... somewhere in The North where we can hide a single ship and a small crew."

Jon was nearly pleading with his bannerman but it was no easy thing for Lord Umber to admit that his country was not his own. That someone else was in power here and to think over what few areas were safe was difficult for the northman. The Great Jon grumbled through his thick beard but relented.

"There is one place not more than an hours sail from where we need to be dropped off.It's not big but it's out of the way and not well known.... It was an old smugglers den."

Jon's curiosity was peaked at Lord Umber's reply.

"How did you hear of it then, my Lord?

Lord Umber smirked through his thick beard.

"Well... You remember that fisherman's daughter I told you about? The one that whelped one of my bastards?"

Jon nodded before the Great Jon flicked his old wily gaze to the Captain.

"Well she wasn't a fisherman's daughter. She was a pirate."

Jon couldn't help but smile and release a soft chuckle as he put a hand on the big man's shoulder.

"Well, point out your smugglers den to the captain on her map so she can set a heading."

"Aye, Your Grace."

Lord Umber replied dutifully.

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"I want to meditate like you...then maybe, when you finally sleep, I can lay with you, and not have to worry about sleep walking and getting hurt, as you'll be beside me." Scarlet said, big hazel eyes staring up a him.
He smiled, gods she was beautiful, "Very well, next time I can, I will teach you how to meditate. For now, we should go and see what the commotion upstairs is."
He lead her up the wooden stair and onto the deck where clearly a meeting was in progress, "First we need to reach the Isle of faces, not more than a two day ride inland. That is where the resistance is located. Wanhope hasn't been able to find us and even if he had he'd never be able to penetrate the weirwood grove."
"A convenient way to keep us in the north Stark." Da'Karro thought but didnt voice, there would be no point in starting this argument now.
"If we sail north for another day along our current route, round mid morning tomorrow we can make landfall and push west." The northern Bear said, "We'll come upon the isle of faces in about two days time with horses, four on foot. Once we arrive I'll present the king returned. He'll have command of the Northern forces and we make for White Harbor and your reinforcements, Captain." He nodded at Jon and the Young king continued where the bear left off.
"Ajax, his men, Queen Tenanye and Queen Amelia will be coming with me when I leave. That should free up your ship for some much needed space Captain Sheva. "Would you or any of your men accompany us as well? It may serve well for you at least to come Captain. I know it would go a long way for a Northern sailor to have you be a part of the battle for White Harbor if they are to follow you later. If it was your sword that helped to free them from the shackles of Khalidorian rule would earn their loyalty once aboard without needed reinforcement from me, their king."
"They will so as they are told, or I will make them." Da'Karro thought but once again kept silent.
"Agreed, I shall attend, and I will bring my First Mate, William Casey, as well as my Quartermaster, Da'Karro Misantri." She said. making eye contact with Da'KArro and smirking, "To whom, I'm sure you've all at least heard once or twice." She continued on and Da'Karro couldnt help but feel uncomfortable being so blatantly ordered around. He usually had all but total autonomy and having his fate decided for him was less than pleasing. "I'll leave a skeleton crew here to look after the ship, but honestly, What we need is a safe port that won't be attacked during our absence, Can you provide that? Keep in mind that your cousin will be left on the ship as well, the men here all would die before letting anything happen to her but with such a small crew, I'd rather not run that risk, especially after seeing what Khalidorians like to do to prisoners..." She let the words hang in the air, everyone knowing the implications of Khalidoran capture. "If we can hide the ship, we shouldn't have a problem..."
Da'Karros interest in the conversation waned sharply as he he thought of the implications of Leaving Scarlet on the ship, He turned to her, taking her hand reassuringly, "I will see what I can do with the Captain, see if we can bring you with us, you are safer with me on a battlefield than alone with your nightmares."

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The Giant of Last Hearth left with the Captain for her quarters leaving the deck full of royals and crewman behind her. As Lord Umber set to pointing out in detail the locations for her heading Jon stood on the bow of the ship with Ghost at his side. It had begun, truly begun. He'd felt this way when he'd first left The South Atlantic. Like he was finally getting underway with his quest to free The North. Yet now it felt more real than before. Now he had a definable plan, he had a route and he already had one bannerman calling him King. The prospect was still dizzying to Jon.

Brandon was to be king. That was how it always had been. His older brother was tall, handsome and strong as an ox with a battle commanders voice that boomed across a field. Jon remembered training along side him and feeling utterly outclassed. Brandon always took his victories in stride however and was quick to point out Jon's strengths, even when he was picking him out of the mud. Gods, he missed his brother. He no doubt would have already had Wanhopes head on a spike. What would he say now? What would he think about his little brother having the The Great Jon call him king.

The loss pained Jon and he let his brother's memory fade into the back of his mind, no longer wanting to sit in that grief. He took a breath a fresh cool sea air and turned to see Amelia Targaryen making her way back down stairs. He smiled softly to himself. Thinking of her words in the cabin. "Well I've never been one to accept defeat when there was something I wanted." Her voice lit a fire in him, no, she was his fire. That was when he remembered his invitation. Jon invited her to join him in his cabin. He still had to prepare for tonight. He had to prepare and he knew just who to talk to for help.

His eyes flicked to his cousin Clara who stood on the deck talking to Da'Karro. He could not help himself but to grimace at the sight of Da'Karro standing there. It seemed every time the two men interacted it was a battle and Jon was getting tired of it. He had no idea what Da'Karro's reasoning were for being so difficult and at this point Jon no longer cared. Dealing with the man was a chore and a sore one at that but as long as he held Clara's heart Jon would have to swallow his pride and be as civil as possible. Jon walked over to the pair as Ghost padded silently along side him.

"Clara,... Da'Karro."

Jon said in greeting. Despite what he would have liked he wasn't able to keep a hint of his distaste for the man out of his voice when he said his name. It was no matter in truth, Jon had no intention of asking for help in front of the man. Especially giving the personal nature of it. The less the man knew of Jon's affairs all the more comfortable Jon felt.

"I wanted to talk to you about something...alone."

Jon said to Clara casually before turning to Da'Karro. Again despite his intentions his demeanor shifted in an instant. The casual, relaxed demeanor grew cold as ice and hard as stone when Jon looked at the man.

"Da'Karro, do you mind mind giving us a minute?"

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"Alright," Scarlet said softly, clearly finding the burden of inability as keenly as Da'Karro the burden of servitude. "But I'll need my dagger back," She said, "I'd like to learn how to use it as well,"
He forced a smile, "Of course little Dove, ill ask the captain when we speak-"
Da'Karros cut his answer abruptly short as he spied Jon approaching, the itch at the back of his mind returned with a vengeance and Da'Karro had to purposefully restrain himself from reaching for his sword on instinct.
"Could it be?..."
He didn't have the chance to finish the thought.
"Clara,... Da'Karro." Jon said, clearly as displeased to see him and Da'Karro was to see the Northern King.
"Stark..." Da'Karro replied softly.
"I wanted to talk to you about something...alone." Jon said, turning to Da'Karro with a glare cold enough to match Da'Karros own, "Da'Karro, do you mind mind giving us a minute?"
He glanced at Scarlet and squeezed her hand before looking back at Jon, "Of course," He looked back at Scarlet "If you need me I'll be assisting Casey with preparations."
He bent down and placed a soft kiss on Scarlets cheek before letting go of her hand and going off in search of the First mate.

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Da'Karro left Scarlet and Jon to their conversation, the persistent tick at the back of his mind as present as ever, "What is this feeling?" He thought as he rounded on the First mate, who appeared to have just finished a rather sour conversation with the Captain.
"Casey, whats the Captain doing and do you need a hand with anything out here?"

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"Besides, driving me insane with her hatred for the Queen and brushing me off, She's discussing travel with Lord Umber, and thank you for asking but We're good here, thanks." Casey said and Da'Karro was about to enquire after what he meant about the Captain when an ear piercing sound made them both wince, "Holy hell, that girl's got the voice of a cannon sometimes." Casey said rubbing his ear. "So what's on with you then, seems like you've been more on edge then usual, Mate?"
The fact that the first mate hd picked up on Da'Karros discomfort did little to sweeten his mood, "Nothing I can explain Casey," Da'Karro said, leaning on the helm beside the first mate, "Just a bad feeling. Somethings wrong and I cant put my finger on it. Its like its an itch at the back of my mind I just cant reach."

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"Hm. Well, whatever it is, you need to pinpoint it because if you keep going after Jon Stark the way you are, Miss Scarlet is going to get upset, and if I recall the last time that happen, you were dodging dishes." Casey said with a good humored chuckle but the joke was less than funny to Da'Karro, "Honestly, Mate, Perhaps you need to focus on what's causing the itch, not really what the itch is, at least not yet."
"Maybe you're right," Da'Karro said with a sigh, "But our illustrious 'King of the North' is still an ass. A cold northerner ass, I spent too much time with his type watching me slaughter other men for entertainment."

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"Alright, Royals tend to be pricks, but Miss Scarlet is one. A Northern Royal." Casey said and Da'Karro could only shake his head, "And what has Jon Stark ever done to you? I mean directly? I was out of it and when I woke up you all had this feud, so maybe I missed something but Jon seems like a good man, he loves Miss Scarlet, willing to do whatever for her, I don't understand why you two don't get along, that's a fucking mystery worth investigating." The first mate said with a quiet chuckle, but Da'Karros mood had done nothing but continue to sour.
"You don't understand Casey. You haven't seen what I have seen, done what I have done, just to survive, just to scrape through each day. I murdered men for the entertainment of others, and when they tired of that, I murdered women and children, and when even that didn't satisfy them I was tied to a wrack and tortured. And you know who did it? Rich lords and wealthy merchants. Scarlet was a child who before the coup had never even seen combat, let alone what I did. She is not of the same breed as them and you know it as well as I. It wasn't beautiful little princesses who made me kill just to survive, it was men like Jon Stark.
Da'Karro pushed off the railing and walked away, his mind roiling with anger and dark memories. The tick at the back of his mind banging like war drums against his skull. He needed to find somewhere quiet, somewhere he could find his centre again before all hell broke loose and someone lost their life.
"The Cabin." Said a disjointed voice in his mind and Da'Karro followed its instruction, going down into the hull and heading for the Kitchen and the small room he and Scarlet shared. It didn't matter if she was there. Her presence calmed him and she would leave if he asked.
The tick at the back of his mind boomed like canons as he walked, or more staggered down the lower deck,
"What is wrong with me?..."

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"You know, Mate, Your voice carries."

Jon turned to see Mr. Casey making his way over to him. Jon barely knew the first mate of the Harbinger, the bulk of the time he'd been on the ship Mr. Casey had been unconscious yet he felt like he'd known the man for years so likable was the man. He was calm and level headed with a smile never far from his face. In fact he reminded Jon a lot of his brother Edric. The comparison made Jon chuckle and shake his head as he released his strangle hold on the rail and pushed back from it only to allow his forearms to rest on it.

"What was that all about, if you don't mind my asking?"

Mr. Casey continued as he walked over to stand beside Jon. Casey had heard most of what Jon had said but wanted his insight all the same.

"Da'Karro... this.... This Beast of The Harbinger. I've never thought about the name until now. He calls himself a beast and for good merit. He skinned a man, skinned him as if it was nothing. He skinned a man and now he shares tender moments with my cousin."

Jon sighed in frustration and ran his hand through his hair.

"I don't know what to do Mr. Casey. I don't know what's the right thing to do. He's dangerous but how do I know he's dangerous to her? Every instinct in me tells me he's a threat to her. Yet I know Clara doesn't see it that way. She knows what he is, she knows what he's capable of and she loves him anyway. She's willing to take the risk on him.... I'm just not sure I am."

That was when Jon could have sworn he heard a voice ring out in the night. He turned as Ghost's ears perked up. His hand reflexively went to Longclaw, the valyrian steel sword with the wolf head pommel, hanging form his hip. Ghost made no move, his ears on alert, his nose sniffing the air. Jon stared in the direction of where he thought the sound came from. With the lapping waves smacking the side of the ship Jon was not certain he'd heard anything but he knew his nerves were worked after the news of Da'Karro.

"Did you just hear something?"

He asked Mr. Casey, never looking away from the source of the mysterious shout.