Jamie left Myrcella in her room, she was awake but still weak and he wanted her to recover her strength as soon as possible. He closed the door and turned around, coming face to face with a man as pale as death, his eyes cloudy and listless as he stared at Jamie without blinking.
"Ah.. uhm, excuse me?" Jamie squeezed around the man and left the man to do what he was doing; mopping the blood on the floor. Jamie went up to the deck and saw many more of such "deadmen" walking about, their pale forms illuminated by the burning lamps.
These deadmen were the original crew of this ship, ones that Jamie had sacrificed to the Magus in order to heal his daughter, now they had all been somehow "resurrected" and had retaken their old posts even after death.
They had been travelling during the night, during the days the deadmen were far too slow to be useful and were only more active at night.
'Grumpkins and snarks were real after all huh?' he mused, thinking just how limited he had been in his knowledge, the things they made fun of as children may all be real after all. There were dragons in the east and deadmen walking about here.
Jamie made his way towards the helm of the ship where three individuals stood in silence, the only other people on this ship he could actually have a conversation with. One was the ship captain, the other was Bronn and finally the stranger responsible for this nightmare.
"How much further?" Jamie asked the captain, eager to get his daughter away from this ship that reeked of death.
"2 more days, if the wind favours us." the captain replied stiffly, his cloudy eyes looking at Jamie for a moment before turning away.
Jamie nodded and turned to Bronn, "So… no hard feelings right?" He was embarrassed to face him. He had never thought that Bronn would rise again to face him.
"Oh don't worry… I always thought you Lanisters were gonna be the death of me. Turns out I was wrong, I still can't get away from you bastards after death!" Bronn grumbled rolling a green crystal ball in his hands, about the size of a fist. Jamie could feel the unnatural energy emitting from this orb, something rotten, something dead.
Jamie could only chuckle awkwardly at Bronn's words and turn to the stranger, the architect of this macabre vessel. "Thank you… for saving Myrcella." These were the only words he could muster, theory were honest words but he could not hide his fear of the man. These circumstances were unlike any he had faced before.
The stranger nodded, "What do you plan to do now? She will not be safe in King's Landing."
"She will be fine." Jamie did not want any more interactions with this man,"No one would dare harm the King's sister… lest they wish to incur Cersei's wrath." he muttered the last bit.
The stranger chuckled, "I don't think Cersei can show much wrath from the black cells." Jamie looked confused, a look the stranger matched for a bit before revealing an astonished one, "Oh, you didn't know I suppose… she was arrested by the Fate Militia on charges of Incest, regicide and half a dozen others." he explained, "I suppose it's only fair after she had Loras and Margery Tyrell arrested as well." he turned to Jamie with an amused smile, "I wonder what Olenna Tyrell will do if she sees Myrcella, not to mention the other countless people that hate your house."
Jamie stood still, he couldn't believe it but if it was really true then Myrcella might as well have been rescued from the snake only to be trapped in a den full of them. He had no reason to trust the man's words but he also had no reason to doubt them. He didn't wish for a repeat, seeing his daughter dying before him and being too helpless to do anything… he didn't want to go through something like this again.
He sighed and turned to look at the endless black sea. He didn't know what to do, if he took Myrcella back, it would paint a target on her, 'We have too many enemies.' he cursed. 'They won't rest until we are dead, with father gone, they are waiting for any sign of weakness.'
He paused, 'They won't stop until we are dead.'
He looked at Bronn who was trying and failing to get drunk on the account of being dead, clutching the eerie green orb tightly in one hand and a now empty bottle in the other. "Bronn, I know I have no right to ask this of you but… can I ask you for a favor?"
The deadman groaned, "You got some balls! Killing me wasn't enough eh? Now you want me to do you favors!?" he cursed.
Jamie tried to placate him, "I want you to take care of Myrcella for a few days. Until I can make sure she will be safe inking's landing." he pleaded, "I don't have anyone else I could trust with this."
"You sure you wanna say that after you stabbed me?" Bronn tried to refuse but for some reason he just couldn't say no to these pair of brother, "Fine, but you better get me a big fucking castle!" he glared at Jamie who chuckled in relief, "As big as you want! Thank you." he was truly glad to have at least one person he could trust.