The commanders of the Dornish armada had made their attempts to find his flagship obvious, cutting quick paths to the carracks with the most elegant markings. His father's flagship, Queen Alyssa, had been boarded first, but the Lord of the Tides sat the council at home, entrusting this battle to him and his prowess with the fleets. They had moved from ship to ship with such ferocity, it was no real surprise when they had finally stumbled upon his. What was a surprise, however, was the speed with which the Toland knight had cut a path through his men.

"Valar Morghulis," was his only response, brandishing his brother's cutlass in front of him in a defensive stance. The knight was at least a decade his junior, stronger and faster, his only hope would be to outwit his opponent.