Yes

Jon found himself to be utterly spent, his body ached from fatigue and sunburn, he had not drank or eaten in an age and was doing all he could to keep himself awake. But when he looked at this woman and her people, his uncle Ned’s voice echoed in his head. Words spoken about loyalty, honour and the defence of the innocent. This was not his fight, but inaction would mean certain **** or worse for these people.

“I’ll do it,” he breathed, grunting as he eased himself up, “but when your people get to sea it’s on them whether they return or not.”

The woman nodded eagerly. “A chance is all we ask for,”

Jon grunted again, picked up the axe and slowly walked in his approximation of east, using the heavy weapon as a makeshift walking stick as he went. Behind him the slaves followed cautiously, whispering to themselves in their own foreign tongue. He endured it for a time, but eventually the heat and the exhaustion grew too much and he called for a rest. He lay against a tree for a moment and the very instant he touched the ground he was consumed with sleep, deep and dreamless.

Eventually he was awoken by a gentle hand and he blinked blearily to see that the young woman was knelt before him, a fruit offered out to him with a smile. Swallowing a yawn, he took the fruit and took a tentative bite. It was juicy and flavourful enough that he felt his body perking a little at the sensation.

“Thank you,” he said after another bite, “I never did get your name?”

The woman smiled and bit into her own fruit. “Missendei,” she replied between bites, “Missendei of Naarth.”

“Well met, Missendei of Naarth,” he ate the rest of his fruit and slowly rose to his feet, “My name is Jon.”

The sun was lower in the sky he had noticed, and by Jon’s reckoning he had slept a few hours. He might have lost time, but the sleep and food was just enough to give Jon a bit of energy back. They cut through the jungle easterly, continuing onwards and onwards until the sounds of the jungle began to recede and noises of humanity cut through the air. It was evening by the time they reached the jungle’s end and Jon got a good look at the port. It was small, practically a smuggler’s cove, but there was a loose collection of ragged ships docked and a gathering of crews around a rough looking tavern and a few suplimentary buildings.

Jon hummed thoughtfully before turning back to Missendei, “I assume there are a few among your people who can crew a ship?”

“Some,” she replied, pointing out a few of the older men, “the others will be quick studies.”

“They’ll have to be,” Jon said, brooding over the port again, “I might be able to provide your people with a distraction, but it’ll be on them to get on a ship and leave, is that understood?”

The young woman nodded in agreement and Jon began to formulate a plan. Evening was quickly turning to night, and once things were mostly dark Jon decided to act. He had Missendei translate his words and made sure they knew what to do when the time came. It was mutually agreed that they would take the smallest ship, one that looked more than a little run down, but would have the fewest crewmembers to dispose of and would get them away the quickest.

Jon crept down through a slope of jungle towards the tavern. It seemed to be the hub of activity in the port, with light and music coming from within its large walls. Laughter and singing filled the night air as he drew closer, and Jon wondered if he might perhaps be able to just walk in the front and act like another customer come in from a ship, but quickly he discarded the notion as foolish given his state. Instead he crept around the back, clinging to the shadows and watched as men came and went. A wagon full of feed for the animals was left behind, used as a leaning post for a few men before they pushed off. Eventually he spotted the thing he had been waiting for; barrels of rum.

Jon had heard before that Tyroshi rum was not properly watered down and seeing the big men with their coloured beards, his mind went to work. Sneaking over, he used the head of his axe to wedge open the first barrel of rum and then went to work pouring it around the place, taking care to splash it over the tavern itself. The stink of the stuff was pungent, but Jon delighted in it, knowing the smell of raw **** meant it would burn easier. Taking his axe and a nearby stone, he went to work chipping away until sparks flew off onto the dried hay. It was a tedious business, but eventually the flames caught and began to spread. Jon picked up some of the burning hay and began to spread it about in the spilt rum, watching as the flames began to move along the trail of **** towards the tavern itself where the rest of the wine barrels waited.

He ducked away, back into the shadows and watched as the fire spread. Between the wagon of hay and the rum, a nice bonfire had gone up and claimed the back of the tavern. Soon the heat and damage began to attract attention from the people within and the night air began to fill with shouts and screams as men rushed to combat the flames. Satisfied, Jon turned and dashed along the docks until he found the ship he and the slaves had agreed on. And just as they planned, it was pushing off whilst all eyes were on the fire. Jon assumed Missendei was with them, and felt the slightest bit dissapointed that he hadn’t gotten a chance to lay with her. He quickly smothered the thought and turned back to the jungle, where he would rest for the night before returning on the morrow in hopes of finding a ship.

“Not so fast,” cold metal touched Jon’s neck, and a colder voice spoke from behind him. “I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere,”

He turned slowly, and found himself confronted with a tall and pale man, with long dark hair and a handsome face. His lips, a strange blue, twisted in a malevolent smile, whilst his one exposed eye danced in delight. Behind this man stood a collection of tall and misshapen men, each of them looking as though they had come from a different corner of the world.

“Impressive show with the fire there,” The man remarked, with his savage smile, “we should discuss it back aboard my ship,” his grin deepened, “You’ll soon find that there’s no hospitality like that of the Silence.”