Alyssa glanced at the rickety ship. It was most certainly old, and whoever saw to it's care did a terrible job. Planks are missing, the sails are ripped, and the paint is almost completely peeled off. It's a wonder it hasn't sank yet. However, Alyssa had no choice. All the recorded roads are blocked off by endless hordes of citizens with pitchforks and all the quieter ones were prone to surprise attacks.

"You knights are in for a good deal today," rasped the ship's captain and possibly only crew member. "I can get you anywhere you want - anywhere, I say. This baby here can sail to the Wall and back," he said affectionately, patting the side of the hull. Right after that, there was a loud snapping sound and something hit the water with a resounding splash. Alyssa turned to the messenger she sent to find a ship and captain and punched him very hard in the face. The messenger reeled back, clutching his now bloody nose.

The hull groaned and creaked with every wave passing under them. The mast looked like it had a few nasty chips in it, and was about to finally snap and fall over. Half of Alyssa's guards were doubled over the railing, which also looked as flimsy as all hells, and were unburdening themselves of their early day meals. Oh yes, a very impressive display by the Baratheon elite defenders.

King's Landing eventually came into sight, thank the Seven. Everyone seemed in a hurry to get off the little raft - for ship didn't sound right for it - and onto the reassuringly not creaking dock.

"Alright, that'll be 200 gold dragons," announced the captain.

"What? I thought the messenger said 50!" shouted a guard Alyssa didn't know. Let's call him Boberto.

"Well, yes, but the heavy armor of the guards wore my little boat down. I need to pay for repairs," replied the captain with a chuckle. So reluctantly, everyone passed forward their gold and the captain sailed away, cackling. However once the ship reached 500 feet off the port, it seemed to cave in on itself, and the boat sank, along with the captain and 200 precious gold dragons. Shit.

"There's King's Landing. Land of the power hungry and home of the utter bastards," muttered Boberto under his breath.