The Ironborn immediately went below to make the arrangements.
Before long, Cole came to her side and said, "They've finished the count, Asha. We lost seventeen longships and roughly four hundred Ironborn. Almost everyone else is wounded."
"As for the Arbor Fleet, we sank eleven ships and captured ten, half of them large vessels. Four of their remaining ships escaped through the fog to the southwest, and another three headed toward the Shield Islands. We seized a rich haul of supplies this time, enough to last us several years at least."
Asha nodded without speaking, her gaze passing over the busy Ironborn to the southern horizon.
Though it was still somewhat gray, the sea fog had slowly begun to disperse, revealing the faint outlines of distant islands.
Those were the Shield Islands, the northernmost gateway to the Reach and a constant thorn in the Iron Fleet's side.
But as long as she remained at sea, as long as her ships still cut through the waves, those who had plundered treasure from the ruins of the Iron Islands would never enjoy their spoils, stained with her people's blood, in peace.
The rough shouts of the Ironborn soon rose from below again as they herded the last batch of prisoners into the ships marked for sinking. The captives' wails from the holds did not last long before the incoming seawater swallowed them, silencing them completely.
Watching this, she could not help tightening her grip on her axe until her knuckles turned white.
Viserys Targaryen, you burned my home. Now wait until I burn the coast under your Iron Throne's rule to ashes and offer all your people to the Drowned God.
Only two days after the battle, the Shield Islands' fleet arrived at the scene. Unfortunately, everyone had already gone, and the