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☆ Summary. ☆

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Davion is already having enough trouble with seasickness, that he mistakes a ship in the distance for his exiled brothers, Euron. And in a panic, he hides in his captains quarters, even as the other crew boards, and raids it. Only for it to turn out to belong to a completely different person... a person who intends to make Davion their spoils. Much to his dismay.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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The ship creaked as it rocked from side to side, pushed by wave after wave. They weren't big. But they were growing bigger. The wind was picking up. A storm brewing. And that was bad. Especially for Davion. Davion clutched his abdomen, turning a bit green as the ship continued rocking, which in turn made his body sway. He was feeling queasy, and he worried that any minute now, he may vomit all over the deck of his ship. The gripped wineskin in his hand, added to the illusion of a drunkard moments from puking his guts up in response to drinking too much... but Davion could only wish that were true. It wouldn't be so embarrassing. Davion gripped the side of his ship tightly, nearly tipping overboard as he vomitted into the water, unable to hold it back anymore. What kind of Greyjoy got seasick? Davion thought with a scowl.

He wiped his mouth, lifting his head up. Some curls fell over his eyes, but not enough to obstruct his vision of the obvious ship in the distant, drawing closer. Davion squinted, before flinching, all the colour draining from his face as he dropped to his knees, hiding behind the wooden ship rail. That ship... did it belong to who he thought it did? It looked like it, based on the vague descriptions he heard from sailing merchants. It looked like it was the Silence.... Euron's ship. Davion kept to his hands and knees as he crawles across the deck, his crew were either chatting away, or sleeping, they wouldn't notice. Aside from Lucan, who was navigating the waters. He could already feel Lucan's questioning, unimpressed stare, but he ignored it. Lucan was used to Davion's oddness by now. And Davion knew Lucan only watched to make sure Davion was not injuring himself.

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