He was too old for this at eight and fifty. Damion would have never agreed if he knew how perilous the journey on the sea was. Thankfully, while they had not encountered any Ironmen or pirates, biting cold winds and stormy seas were their constant companions. And he had spent half the time puking his guts over the railing. The other half was fretting that something would go wrong and that the vast wealth they carried would be their doom. The ship barely had two hundred redcloaks, armed and armoured to the teeth. It was too few. What was Cersei thinking in sending this much gold with a single ship, no matter how fast across thousands of miles?