A brig was sailing on the sea.

Sixty oars swung neatly, pushing the huge hull to break through the waves and slowly advance.

The deck of the "Storm Dancer" came and went. The captain looked at the land port that was looming in the distance and shouted: "In an hour, we will be at King's Landing!"

A beautiful woman on the bow turned around: "Captain Morio, your sailor is very competent."

She was about thirties, with auburn hair and blue eyes as clear as a lake: "I want to give each of them a silver deer to express my gratitude."

"Mrs. Stark, you are so generous..." The captain bowed deeply: "It is the best reward to be lucky enough to serve an official wife like you."

"I always want to give it to them."

"Then it's better to obey your orders than respect." The captain spoke very fluently in the common language, with only a very slight Tarosy accent.

‘It’s almost the king’s land…’ Katherine Stark thought, letting go of her slender fingers and leaving a red blood mark on the railings of the ship’s side.

The young woman was wearing a cotton bandage on her hand, and the area where she was cut by the dagger was still causing a faint pain.

Her three fingers have lost function forever.

But what is this pain in life with Bran?

Thinking of this, the woman sighed lightly. She had warned her husband not to trek into this muddy water.

But that guy Ned regarded honor and friendship more important than anything else. Without much consideration, he accepted the king's request on the spot. He resolutely came to the capital, King's Landing, and took over the position of former Prime Minister.

"The king eats the mat, and the prime minister clears his shit." In history, many capable people have fallen into this position.

She didn't expect Ned to be competent, she just hoped that Ned would not be crushed to pieces in this treacherous King's Landing City, and one day she would return to Winterfell to reunite with her family.

But she still thought things too simple. After Ned accepted the position of prime minister, everything quickly became bizarre and weird.

Before the king's greeting team left Winterfell, his child Bran mysteriously fell from the abandoned tower. Although he survived by chance, he lost both legs forever and could only lie on the bed for the rest of his life.

Others say that Bran fell down, but Catherine knew that Bran had climbed the tower for dozens of times. In comparison, the stairs in Winterfell may be a little more dangerous.

After Ned left, a mysterious killer sneaked into Winterfell while night and tried to assassinate Bran.

I fought hard to kill the tall and thin man, and the injuries on my hand were left at that time.

The woman's hands were fumbled under the cloak, her fingers were stiff and clumsy. The dagger used by the killer was now hung on her waist, and she found that she had to touch it from time to time to feel at ease.

After encountering these mutations, Catherine immediately set off to King's Landing City from the sea. He wanted to warn her husband and hoped to find out the mastermind behind the murder of Bran.

"My good friend," the captain's rough voice interrupted Catherine's thoughts: "I'm so happy to see you look much better."

Catherine turned her head and saw Sir Rodlick walking onto the deck. "Oh, I've been feeling a little comfortable these two days, and I won't be so eager to find a short-lived person..." His face was pale and his voice was a little weak: "Hello, Mrs. Stark."

Caitlin patted Jazz's arms with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work during this period, but fortunately our journey is about to end."

This mighty knight has been vomiting so hard that he has been dizzy these days, and his size seems to have shrunk. His snow-white temples and beard are covered with stains. He suddenly became ten years older.

The savvy captain bowed just right: "I won't disturb you when you talk about serious matters."

However, just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes were fixed on the sea in the distance:

"What's that?"

Others also looked for the voice.

I saw three huge shadows standing behind the fog in the distance, like a black mountain.

The captain narrowed his eyes, and as the Storm Dancer gradually approached, the giant object finally revealed his true face from the mist.

Everyone on the deck stood there in a daze.

It was a huge black sail on three sides.

A mast several meters thick penetrated from under the water, and the dark and thick canvas was ragged and covered with countless holes, just like black steel leather eroded by the years.

The Storm Dancer slowly sailed past them, and the captain poked his body out of the railing and looked down.

There is also a huge shadow hidden under the shimmering water. It is the hull under the black sail!

This is a shipwreck!

"The Seven Gods are here..." The captain raised his neck: "What kind of giant can control such a giant ship?"

Although this is a shallow sea not far from the land, it is still bottomless and cannot completely swallow the wrecked ship.

The sails exposed to the sea are twice as high as those of the brig. If it still floats on the sea, the Storm Dancer can only be regarded as a small raft in front of it.

"Haiop!" A voice came from the fog that filled the sea.

The captain looked in for a sound and saw several black wooden boards floating on the undulating sea, with several figures lying on it. One of the men was wearing a gorgeous and funny blue-purple silk dress and was waving, "Ahem...Haiop!"

The captain was still stunned, but Catherine was already shouting: "Captain Morio, save people quickly!"

The sailors put the rope off the side of the ship, and Sir Rodlick also put on the handle. Although he looked weak, he did not expect that his strength was still amazing.

The victims were quickly pulled up by the sailors.

But as they boarded the side of the ship, the sailors around immediately took a few steps back with horror, and Sir Roderick even blocked his mistress directly.

Catherine's eyes crossed the Jazz's shoulders and looked at the ragged drifters.

Except for the man wearing purple clothes and a mustache, the others looked a bit terrifying.

The most eye-catching thing is a bald man. He is tall, has a thorny muscles and his thick arms remind people of the pillars in the halls of Winterfell.

Another man had short black hair, combed into a strange middle-part hairstyle. He was leaning over with another man with a brown back head and looking at his companion on the deck. The white-haired man had faint ups and downs on his chest, but seemed to be dying.

These people have two things in common - a pair of yellow eyes, and their pupils cracked two thin slits like cat's eyes.

And everyone's body is covered with countless ugly scars.
Chapter completed!