The Office of the Master of Ships

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"I am sorry for your loss." he replied, in a stiff and awkward manner. It was no secret that he had never been fond of the lad, especially after the murder at his wedding.

"You never knew, because I never was." he said with a smirk, the irony clearly not lost on him. "But I was hoping you would be willing to aid in acquainting me with my newfound interest."

[Lord Yohn Baratheon]

Yohn frowned, he could have been the one sitting across the desk not his spoiled nephew.

"First thing you've got to know about being a sailor... It's boring." He forced a a smirk. "But after some time you get used to it."

"You know, I was just like you when my father sent me to work on-deck." The only difference is that I was half your age... "Young and with no idea of what to do." Yet I was already twice as competent.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"I would say some boredom is in order after recent events." he remarked dryly. "I will require a second in command if you are up for the task."

"Then we should get to work immediately." he said, undaunted. "With conflict brewing in the North, the Royal Fleet might be called to use soon. I need as much knowledge as you can impart by then."

[Lord Yohn Baratheon]

"It'd be..." A fucking piece of shit; do I look like a fucking Second? Fuck the gods, when am I getting something I deserve? Yohn sighed, trying to make it sound as positive as he could. "... the greatest honor."

Yohn rose slowly from his seat, never taking his dark eyes from Oswyn. "Meet me at my ship... The second thing you must learn is: You won't learn a shit sitting on your office." Unless you already know the fucking basics.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn stood and followed his uncle.

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