Davos is on a tiny island. By himself. He’s been stranded here for days. Maybe weeks. Who can tell? Time is hard to judge when you’re alone, dehydrated and starving. He sees a ship in the distance. Should he hail it down? What side is the ship on? Will it be men loyal to Stannis who will save him? Or will it be men loyal to Joffrey who will kill him? Does he even deserve to live when so many of his sons are already dead? Perhaps he should die now himself.
Davos flashes back, remembering the night of the battle. He watched as his sons’ ships were consumed with wildfire. He was washed out to sea, escaping the chain and the wreckage of ships. He had almost drowned a number of times until he finally lost consciousness. Then he woke up, washed up on this small bit of rocks in the middle of nowhere.
Davos reaches for his little pouch of finger bones that he wore around his neck for good luck. But they’re gone. Lost at sea.
Davos: This sucks. I pray to the Mother for mercy.
Mother: Nah. You and your people on Team Stannis burned my statue. I ain’t helping your ass.
Davos: That was Melisandre! Melisandre! It wasn’t me! Wait… am I hearing the voice of a god and answering back? Have I gone completely mad on this island by myself?
“Yes” is probably the answer to that question. But he knows Mel’s guilt isn’t hers alone. He shared in that guilt. He did nothing as they burned the statues to the seven gods. He even helped row Melisandre to Storm’s End to help her give birth to that smoke baby. He stood by and did nothing as Maester Cressen died. He’s an accomplice to all these horrors of Mel and her red god.
Davos: You know what? Fuck it. I’m just going to hail this ship and see what happens.
Davos pulls out a flare gun, because let’s just say that those things exist and Davos had one on his body when he was washed out to sea.
The ship must have seen the flare, because it begins to come closer. As it approaches, Davos sees that the ship is Lyseni in design. Lyseni like Salladhor Saan… who was fighting for Stannis’s side. Or at least in principle the Lyseni were on Stannis’s side, if they had been paid. Stannis wasn’t really good at paying.
Ship Captain: Who the hell are you?
Davos: A knight and a captain in the battle. I was stranded on this island.
Captain: Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. But on WHICH SIDE did you fight?
Davos is pretty sure that these guys are Team Stannis… but not 100% sure. If he says the wrong thing… they could kill him on the spot.
Davos: Oh hell… I mean I guess I would have just drowned in the ocean if GRRM intended me to die. Why bother bringing me back for one POV chapter if I’m just going to be executed? So I’m going to go head and risk it… good ship Captain… I am Davos Seaworth, and I am a servant to King Stannis Baratheon.
Captain: Well, we’re Lannisters... so time to execute you now.
Davos: NOOOOOO!!!!!
Captain: HAHAHAHA, oh man. You should have seen the look on your face. Classic. Just kidding, bro. We are servants to King Stannis too. Now get your crusty, sunburned-looking ass on board.
Davos: *whew*
Davos flashes back, remembering the night of the battle. He watched as his sons’ ships were consumed with wildfire. He was washed out to sea, escaping the chain and the wreckage of ships. He had almost drowned a number of times until he finally lost consciousness. Then he woke up, washed up on this small bit of rocks in the middle of nowhere.
Davos reaches for his little pouch of finger bones that he wore around his neck for good luck. But they’re gone. Lost at sea.
Davos: This sucks. I pray to the Mother for mercy.
Mother: Nah. You and your people on Team Stannis burned my statue. I ain’t helping your ass.
Davos: That was Melisandre! Melisandre! It wasn’t me! Wait… am I hearing the voice of a god and answering back? Have I gone completely mad on this island by myself?
“Yes” is probably the answer to that question. But he knows Mel’s guilt isn’t hers alone. He shared in that guilt. He did nothing as they burned the statues to the seven gods. He even helped row Melisandre to Storm’s End to help her give birth to that smoke baby. He stood by and did nothing as Maester Cressen died. He’s an accomplice to all these horrors of Mel and her red god.
Davos: You know what? Fuck it. I’m just going to hail this ship and see what happens.
Davos pulls out a flare gun, because let’s just say that those things exist and Davos had one on his body when he was washed out to sea.
The ship must have seen the flare, because it begins to come closer. As it approaches, Davos sees that the ship is Lyseni in design. Lyseni like Salladhor Saan… who was fighting for Stannis’s side. Or at least in principle the Lyseni were on Stannis’s side, if they had been paid. Stannis wasn’t really good at paying.
Ship Captain: Who the hell are you?
Davos: A knight and a captain in the battle. I was stranded on this island.
Captain: Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. But on WHICH SIDE did you fight?
Davos is pretty sure that these guys are Team Stannis… but not 100% sure. If he says the wrong thing… they could kill him on the spot.
Davos: Oh hell… I mean I guess I would have just drowned in the ocean if GRRM intended me to die. Why bother bringing me back for one POV chapter if I’m just going to be executed? So I’m going to go head and risk it… good ship Captain… I am Davos Seaworth, and I am a servant to King Stannis Baratheon.
Captain: Well, we’re Lannisters... so time to execute you now.
Davos: NOOOOOO!!!!!
Captain: HAHAHAHA, oh man. You should have seen the look on your face. Classic. Just kidding, bro. We are servants to King Stannis too. Now get your crusty, sunburned-looking ass on board.
Davos: *whew*
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