"That was nothing but a minor incident, a dozen or so longships and some battered survivors. Think of our victories," Euron Crow's Eye's lackeys shouted. "We plundered Oldtown's docks, and we can take Oldtown too."
"The sea is our territory. If we use our speed against their slowness, we should destroy the Redwyne Fleet in Whispering Bay first, then intercept the sluggish Twin Cities Fleet, and leave," suggested Victarion Greyjoy, who was as powerfully built as a bull.
"You're not afraid, are you?" Euron Greyjoy laughed.
"I've never been afraid, but your proposal is too dangerous. Back then, back at Fair Isle..."
Victarion had never forgotten the shadow of Fair Isle, where the Ironborn had fallen into a trap.
Between Fair Isle and the mainland, the Redwyne Fleet and the Royal Fleet had closed in together, almost annihilating the Iron Fleet.
Mockery filled Euron Crow's Eye's smiling eyes. "Perhaps I asked too much of you? Facing the stag and the magic dragons is always a terrifying thing."
"I can take the Iron Fleet into hell, as long as I get to taste the sweetness of victory," Victarion bellowed.
"Of course I have a way," Euron Crow's Eye said. "I can guarantee we'll take the Redwyne Fleet, and I can guarantee we'll defeat our enemies one by one. As long as we crush Gendry, whose power is now the greatest, and seize the magic dragons and the Dragon Queen, Westeros will be ours for the taking."
Euron Crow's Eye raised his voice. "Crush Wild Stag, just as House Hoare defeated the Storm King all those years ago. I promise, once we take Oldtown, we can savor the finest bite of all."
"King's Landing is too far away. Oldtown is just right for the decisive battle," Lafford the Lame shouted. "We want