Chapter 143: White Serpent Pirates!
Midnight,
Dragonstone Harbor
The entire harbor had come alive in the last hour.
The hooves of hundreds of horses were thundering, racing from one stable footing to the other. Their eyes were flashing red, reflecting the burning ships.
Fire. It was everywhere.
Ironic however it was, the fire hadn't played favorites with those who had recently changed their faith to the Lord of Light. It was merciless. Cruel and hot. Masts creaked, splintered, and then became ashy-black before snapping into hundreds of pieces. But the guards had nothing to do with killing the fire.
They were searching for the white-haired boy who had committed this arson.
Seaman Desmond, the escapee from the Black Betha, and wanted by the guards since then for not only traitorous acts but also for being ungodly. Traitor, impious, and now as cursed by many folks and seamen alike, a fool.
Who would, in their right mind, declare where they were running off to after lighting up a good part of the trading harbor? Not anyone sane and just, of course. For the young, insane, and godless boy had done exactly that.
Pentos was his destination, his hooded friend had declared with a blazing torch in his hand, because the boy was mute himself, or so was passed from mouth to mouth.