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Sharako Lohar plunged to his death alongside his flagship, smashing into the barren island in a spray of blood and splintered wood, reduced to nothing more than a mangled pulp of flesh and bone.
"Well done, my friend," Logar said, patting the Cannibal's neck with genuine satisfaction. He was impressed by just how strong the dragon's grip had become.
The black dragon answered with a low rumble, as if he had only done something trivial.
On the other side, Nettles finished clearing the last few enemy ships and guided Sheepstealer over to join him.
She stared down at the shattered flagship lying in ruins on the rocky island and couldn't help but marvel. "As expected of the king of wild dragons! He actually lifted an entire warship into the air. Those men never imagined they'd die like that in a million years!"
"He's a bottomless pit," Logar grumbled, though his tone was fond. "Ever since I tamed him, he's been eating me out of house and home. If he wasn't this strong, I'd demand a refund for all the meat I've fed him."
"Grrraaaw…"
Sheepstealer gave a small, envious shake of his head beside them.
Nettles laughed softly and patted her dragon's neck. "My Sheepstealer eats a lot too — and he only wants the fattest sheep. Thank the gods Queen Rhaenyra keeps supplying us… Looks like I'll have to start earning serious coin, or I won't be able to feed him either!"
Logar smiled, but his gaze quickly shifted toward Tidehead Island, his brow creasing with lingering worry.
Even though Sharako's squadron was finished, plenty of other enemy ships had slipped through and were still heading into the inner sea. He and Nettles couldn't possibly intercept every single one in this vast ocean. They needed to reach Tidehead as fast as possible and secure those waters.
At the same time, he couldn't stop worrying about Prince Jacaerys, who had stayed behind to hold the main enemy fleet in the Gullet.
In the original timeline, the prince had died right here in this very battle.
Even though Logar and the Cannibal had made the fight far more one-sided and greatly reduced the Blacks' losses, he still wasn't certain whether Jacaerys could escape his fated end.
"I hope everything goes well," he thought.
He knew he couldn't protect everyone. All he could do was his best. Right now, the priority was holding Tidehead.
He glanced at Nettles. "There are still stragglers heading deeper in. We need to speed up and clear them out, then regroup with Prince Jacaerys."
"Understood! I'm right behind you!" Nettles' eyes sparkled with determination. Even though Sheepstealer was tired, she refused to slow down.
The Cannibal beat his massive wings and shot forward like black lightning, racing toward Tidehead Island.
Sheepstealer followed close behind. Two dragon shadows — one black, one brown — streaked across the blue sea, their forms casting swift-moving darkness over the waves.
...
The Gullet.
Prince Jacaerys led Addam, Hugh Hammer, and Ulf the White as they continued intercepting the remaining enemy ships.
As the heir, he insisted on leading from the very front.
Addam had tried several times to warn him not to push too aggressively, but Jacaerys ignored every word.
The rare taste of real battle had finally released all the pressure and grief that had been building inside him on Dragonstone.
Since the war with the Greens began, the death of his brother Lucerys and his little dragon Arrax had ignited a deep sorrow in his heart.
Now, with another brother Aegon gravely wounded and Viserys missing — possibly captured — that sorrow had turned into towering rage.
"Come on, you Three Daughters bastards! Let's see if your ships are harder than my Vermax!"
To maximize his kills, he kept ordering Vermax lower and lower, skimming just above the waves so he could clearly see every deck before unleashing the most precise dragonfire possible.
He had an even more urgent reason — he was desperately searching for his missing brother Viserys.
According to Aegon, who had escaped back to Dragonstone on Stormcloud, Viserys had fallen into the sea during the chaos and may have been taken by the enemy. That meant his little brother could still be alive.
"I have to find Viserys… I can't disappoint Mother…"
With that thought burning in his mind, Jacaerys brought Vermax even lower, almost level with the sea.
He could now clearly see the shocked faces of the enemy soldiers on nearby ships and every movement on their decks.
"Prince! Be careful!"
Addam, watching from higher up on Sea Smoke, cried out in alarm when he saw how recklessly low Jacaerys was flying.
Jacaerys was the heir to the Blacks. If anything happened to him, the entire faction would fall into chaos!
Addam immediately urged Sea Smoke lower as well, spraying silver-grey flames to clear the ships around the prince and protect him.
But Jacaerys was too consumed by the need to find his brother. He paid no attention to his own safety.
He kept directing Vermax to attack while scanning every deck for any sign of Viserys.
Just as he flew past one enemy ship at near wave-top height, the soldiers lying in ambush on deck suddenly roared:
"Loose! Kill the dragon!"
A single poison-tipped arrow shot out and buried itself deep in Vermax's eye.
The next instant, a storm of heavy crossbow bolts rained down like black hail. Barbed, poisoned heads tore through the dragon's scales. Blood sprayed everywhere, turning the sea beneath him crimson.
Burning oil jars followed, exploding across Vermax's wings and setting them ablaze.
"ROOOAAAR!!!"
The exhausted young green dragon let out a heart-wrenching scream of agony.
His wings gave out. He plummeted straight into the churning waves.
"Damn it! Vermax — hold on!!"
Jacaerys was thrown into panic. He had thought this one-sided battle would be without risk, but fate had delivered its cruelest blow.
Vermax thrashed wildly in the water, only to crash straight into a burning warship. Rigging and ropes tangled around him. The more he struggled, the tighter they bound him. All he could do was roar in despair as he slowly sank into the black depths.
Before the dragon disappeared beneath the waves, Jacaerys tore free of the saddle and leaped onto a piece of still-smoking wreckage. He forced himself to stay calm, gripping the broken timber, waiting for Addam and the others to rescue him.
"I can't die… Viserys is still missing… Mother is waiting for me on Dragonstone…"
But the moment Addam dove on Sea Smoke to grab him, crossbowmen on a nearby Myrish warship seized the perfect opportunity. They aimed their heavy bolts straight at the prince.
"Die, you Targaryen whelp! Hahahaha!"
With savage laughter, a swarm of bolts tore through the air.
Jacaerys had nowhere to hide. Several arrows struck him. Hot blood gushed from his chest, staining the sea red.
The final bolt punched straight through his back.
"No…"
He clung desperately to the wreckage, eyes wide with terror and despair, as the raging waves swallowed him whole.
"PRINCE!!!"
Addam froze on Sea Smoke's back, body shaking violently. He could only watch helplessly as the prince vanished beneath the sea — too late to reach him.
Overwhelming helplessness and grief crashed over him like a tidal wave.
High in the distance, Hugh Hammer and Ulf the White witnessed the entire scene.
They made no move to help. They didn't fly closer. Their faces showed not a trace of emotion.
They simply watched coldly as a prince died — the same way one might watch a leaf fall into the ocean.