The sky was washed clean, a boundless blue without a single cloud. Clear sunlight poured unreservedly onto the jagged reefs and noisy harbor of Iron Wind Isle.
The sea breeze was gentle, stirring only tiny ripples, as if the world itself were holding its breath to make way for a grand ceremony.
Countless Ironborn warriors gathered on the high ground along the coast and around the docks. Their gazes were entirely captured by the colossal object in the dry dock—it was Euron's ship, a juggernaut about to take to the sea. It would also serve as the flagship for this campaign against the Summer Isles.
It hadn't yet touched the seawater, but its shadow already engulfed half the beach, making the ordinary longships moored nearby look like children's toys.
The hull was not of a style commonly seen in Westeros. Its lines were more ferocious, more fluid, like a deep-sea leviathan that had been tamed and armored in wood, lying dormant and waiting to be awakened.
Most striking was the strange, dark red luster of its wood. The grain seemed to contain natural, flowing fire, shimmering under the sunlight with a near-metallic texture. This was the Adam Wood obtained through Euron's One Piece system lottery—harder than refined steel, light as a feather—giving this juggernaut an unparalleled foundation.
The towering prow was carved into the roaring head of a giant kraken, its maw gaping wide as if to swallow any ship that dared stand in its path. The sides of the hull were not smooth planks but covered in layers of overlapping, dragon-scale-like dark metal plating. The edges were sharp, gleaming with a cold, ghostly light in the sun.
Just lying there motionless, it exuded a heart-palpitating oppression. This did not stem from ornate decoration, but from the sheer power constructed by its massive size, indestructible material, and aggressive design. It didn't look like a ship; it looked more like a fortress about to sail, an artifact born for conquest and destruction.
Every Ironborn who laid eyes on it felt a mix of awe, pride, and uncontrollable fanaticism. They knew that when this deep-sea beast forged from Adam Wood broke the waves, the entire Summer Sea would tremble.
Euron stood at the prow and gave a concise, powerful hand signal. The massive support timbers were knocked away simultaneously!
The juggernaut let out a low, deep groan, like a primordial beast, the heavy sound of the keel grinding against the slipway. It began to move—slowly at first, carrying an unstoppable majesty as it slid along the greased tracks toward the sea.
Speed built up. The massive prow split the air, creating a whistling wind. Finally, the ferocious kraken prow plunged fiercely into the azure water—BOOM!!!
A massive sound, like a thunderclap exploding! Great white waves surged skyward as if detonated, rising dozens of feet high. The colossal hull rocked violently upon entry, then was steadied by its superior design and buoyancy, floating majestically on the surface like a mountain anchored to the seabed. Its shadow nearly eclipsed the entire inner bay.
This juggernaut was unimaginably huge, proud enough to face any storm. It could carry at least a thousand crew and warriors without feeling crowded. This included sailors manning the giant sails, fierce boarding parties, operators for catapults and ballistae, as well as necessary craftsmen and officers.
Inside the hull was another world.
Below deck, it wasn't cramped like a traditional longship. It had higher ceilings and a more rational layout. The bottommost layer held incredibly sturdy ballast stones and massive storage holds, enough to carry fresh water, food, and plunder to sustain a months-long expedition.
Lined neatly along the sides of the hull were gunports designed for naval warfare, housing dozens of heavy stone-throwing ballistae.
The upper level of the main deck was the crew's hammock area, spacious and open. The armory was located in the middle of the ship for quick access, displaying rows of cold-gleaming battle-axes, spears, and crossbows.
The Captain's Quarters, Euron's domain, was exceptionally spacious. It featured huge stern windows inlaid with reinforced crystal, offering a view of the entire fleet. Inside, there was a heavy blackwood table bolted to the deck, walls hung with detailed charts, and a cabinet storing precious items and books—a style rugged yet practical.
Adjacent to the Captain's Quarters were smaller cabins for key officers, ensuring they had privacy and command space during long voyages.
Three towering main masts were the heart of this ship. Exceptionally tough, they could support sails of astonishing area, providing the juggernaut with furious speed.
Euron stood tall beside the ferocious kraken figurehead, facing the whipping sea breeze. He drew the longsword at his waist and pointed it at the sky, his voice rolling like thunder across the entire coast: "A new ship entering the water needs the blood and breath of warriors to awaken it! Who wants to be the first to step onto the back of this kraken? Follow me! Let us hoist the sails, let it taste the seawater, and let the ocean witness our might!"
"I will!"
"Count me in!"
"Kraken Lord, take me!"
Answering him was a tsunami of fanatical shouts.
The Ironborn warriors, who could wait no longer, surged like a bursting dam, roaring with excitement as they swarmed from the docks, the reefs, and the hills. They sprinted up the gangplanks, their agile figures quickly filling the deck. In an instant, the broad deck of the juggernaut was packed with restless figures, every pair of eyes burning with anticipation for the maiden voyage.
Euron turned back, looking at his fierce subordinates, a satisfied smile on his face. He waved a large hand: "Raise the sails! Weigh anchor!"
At the signal, well-trained sailors quickly took their positions.
The massive sails, dyed deep crimson, climbed slowly up the masts, finally unfurling completely with a loud snap, catching the sea breeze fully. The heavy iron anchor was slowly pulled up amidst the roar of the capstan.
The juggernaut emitted a low hum, like a beast awakening.
It began to move. The massive hull cut elegantly and powerfully through the azure water, plowing a deep and wide white wake. The speed increased, breaking the waves ahead. Cold spray from the prow splashed onto the faces of the excited warriors on deck like crushed jade, drawing louder cheers.
The juggernaut steadily broke through the deep blue waves. Euron stood by the railing, feeling the power of this beast of steel and Adam Wood beneath his feet.
Ashara quietly came to his side, the sea breeze lifting the hair from her forehead. "Euron," she reminded him softly, "this great ship doesn't have a name yet."
In the original story, 'Crow's Eye' Euron's ship was named Silence, and its crew were mutes with their tongues cut out, seeking absolute 'silence'.
Euron paused, his gaze turning back to the boundless horizon, as if asking himself, and also asking the ship: "So, what should I call my new ship?"
Before his voice faded, the three sisters, drawn as if by invisible threads, immediately leaned in, their clear voices chiming in one after another:
"Call it the Far Ocean!" Rachelna proposed first, her eyes full of longing for unknown seas.
"No, call it the Conqueror!" Nitier shouted immediately, a name full of Ironborn dominance.
"The Kraken is best!" Zoia concluded, thinking it best represented the family's majesty.
Euron listened, just smiling and shaking his head.
Undiscouraged, the three sisters immediately offered a new round of suggestions:
"Son of the Drowned God!" Rachelna tried to find inspiration in faith.
"Wrath of the Tide!" Nitier thought of the power of the sea.
"Call of the Abyss!" Zoia's suggestion carried a hint of mysterious whispering.
Euron was amused by their enthusiastic naming. He laughed grumpily and raised a hand to interrupt their likely endless suggestions.
"Iron Islands and totems, conquest and intimidation... too flashy and too vulgar." Euron turned around, his gaze sweeping over Ashara and the three sisters, smiling. "Let's call it the Zhiyuan (Farthest Reach)."
Euron preferred a more subtle name. He thought to himself: Zhiyuan (Tranquility yields transcendence/farthest reach). This name would remind him that his journey was the vast ocean, the unknown distance.
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