Yara sighed. The storm had been one of the worst in the decade, with an entire longship being lost during the storm when the tidal wave hit, and two ships damaged. Her fleet had managed to take shelter in one of the less known islands of the Step-Stones on their way to Essos: this would do for now. The storm was calming down too, and her men were repairing the damages. They could set sail as soon as the storm ended.

"The storm should pass in an hour. Be ready," She commanded her men.