|Euron Greyjoy - High Admiral of the Iron Throne and Lord Commander of the Iron Fleet|
I look at the massive fleet in front of me with a grin on my face. I can feel it. I can feel the world waiting for me. I can feel the world waiting for a new legend! A new legend that will be remembered forever!
The gods are on my side! The wind blows south, and the wave carries us to our target!
I can see it. I can see the future inside my mind. I can see the future where the Lunaria Kingdom burns to the ground, and my greatest fleet changes its course and burns Westeros. The bitch queen thinks I will work for her because she is a queen.
She already forgot about her husband killing many people and reduced the name of Greyjoy to nothingness. Greyjoy is not someone that can be caged. We are wild men. We are like the sea. We cannot be caged like domesticated animals.
In her desperation, she gives me full power over the Royal Fleet and with the combination of all the pirates I manage to recruit, I command the greatest fleet in the entire world. More than a hundred and fifty ships are ready to sail and wreak havoc throughout the world.
The only obstacle I have in my way is the existence of the Lunaria Kingdom and her king, Viserys Targaryen.
As much as I don't want to admit it, our ship cannot defeat a dragon. We have something that may pierce the scale of that flying lizard, but I know it will not be enough. Aiming at a flying lizard will be hard, and we only have seven scorpions on our ship.
However, I have another weapon to beat them. I look at the horn in my hand and smile. This is called a Dragon Horn. I got this from the ruin of Valyria. From the books I read from that place, this horn can control a dragon.
With this, I can control that man's dragon and rule the world through fear and fire.
"Lord Commander."
I look to the side and see one of the knights walk toward me.
"What is it?"
"The ship is ready to set sail, Lord Commander."
I can feel my smile almost split my mouth.
"Then let's get going! Let's conquer the sea!"
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3rd POV|
More than three hundred and seventy ships sail through the narrow sea. This is the greatest fleet the world has ever seen, and they are currently sailing to the Lunaria Kingdom. They are coming from King's Landing, and now they are getting near the Stepstone.
"Lord Commander."
"What?"
"The captain asks how we pass the Stepstone. Should we force our way past them?"
"Heh. Don't worry about it. I already have an agreement with all of the leaders in Stepstone. Even the Archon of Tyrosh agreed to cooperate with us and was willing to join our fleet when we arrived there."
Euron secretly meets the Archon of Tyrosh and makes a pact with them. They want revenge against Viserys and want to see Lunaria burn.
"Tell the others we will stop in Tyrosh for a few days before we continue our journey."
"Yes, Lord Commander!"
They continue to sail without knowing something is happening in the background. They are not the only ones busy with preparation. The guild and Black Dogs of Lunaria are busy holding their preparation to buy more time.
It should take them one and a half months to set sail, but because of the effort of the Black Dogs and the Guild members, it takes them two and a half months before they are ready to set sail.
In the past two and half months, Viserys and his people were already prepared to greet Euron and his fleet with the greatest surprise party.
While sailing through the sea, where they almost reach Tyrosh, one of the sailors on the Silent, Euron's personal ship, notices something in the distance. He takes the spyglass and looks into the distance.
What he sees is a long row of ships waiting for them between the island of Stepstones. All the ship was pointing to the side inside of the front, but it was a strategic position for their weapon, cannons.
"Captain! Captain! There are a lot of ships in front of us!"
Euron smirks at the news and laughs loudly.
"Good! It looks like they are ready. We did not need to wait for them!"
"Captain! The flag is wrong!"
"What?!"
"It has the flag of a snarling dragon!"
"What?!"
Euron quickly climbs to the scarecrow and takes the spyglass. He looks in the distance and sees the fleet in front of him. The more he looks, the angrier he gets.
"Tch! Are they betraying me? No. They will not work with the Lunarian. Their hatred is too big for that. That means Tyrosh is down and so are the rest of Stepstones."
Euron is spot-on. Tyrosh and stepstones fell two weeks ago, and now Lunaria uses it as a naval base to fight the incoming attack from the north. They have fortified the island to hold against Euron and his fleet.
He also ordered all the ships to make a line between the two continents; he named this line Line of Explosion. He named it that for what will happen next.
"No matter. We will breach the formation."
Euron knew Lunaria had cannons but did not know what it was called. However, in his mind, as long as he had the number and the wind, he could dodge all the attacks. To some extent, it is true, but Viserys is another ace in the hole that he did not know.
"Unfurl the sail and start rowing! We will go at full speed! We will breach their formation, kill them, and plunder all their city!"
One of his men quickly blew the war horn, and suddenly the other also followed suit. When they hear the war horn, they quickly unfurl all of their sail and start rowing.
"Full speed!"
While they are eager to have a close combat battle, one of the admirals of Lunaria looks at the incoming fleet with a grim expression. When they are close enough, he orders an attack.
"Attack!"
At his order, a signal is released, and a few seconds later, more than three hundred cannons fire their loads. The Battle of Narrow Sea has started.