Wednesday, April 15, 2015
The Westeros America's Cup: Round 1
"Hurry" the boy said. "They might have started!"
The giant looked out over the city towards the sea, then started, pointing at the glistening waters.
"Hodor!" he said. "Hodor!!"
"So! It has begun" said Bran. "The Westeros America's Cup has begun. May the seven gods save us all!"
Out at sea two trimarans raced towards the mark. In one were grim men, lost, far from their home, their Wall.
"We are are starboard tack" said Jon Snow. "They must give way to us."
"You know nothing, Jon Snow" said a beautiful red haired woman. "Do you think the Wildlings will play by the rules? Are you such a fool?"
As if in answer there was a crash and over the hull's edge poured a flood of warriors, yelling screaming. The Black Watch battled hard and valiantly but were doomed, outnumbered. The foredeck team were beheaded, blood splattering across the number 1 genoa as torsos collapsed tangled in the sheets. The trimmers had time to get swords up but their enemies had spears, one of which was already jammed through a black coated chest, protruding out the back, glistening bright red in the sunshine.
But then there were trumpets and gleams of light as on either side rescuers arrived on racing skiffs, cutting down like grass the Wildlings, their limbs scattered like straw into the ship's wake. Two figures jumped onto the Black Watch's afterdeck, Stannis Baratheon of Dragonstone and Davos Seaworth.
"This is done" said Stannis. "Finnish it!"
And so the first race was won.