Winter is no more trouble to the Ironborn than rough seas or drowned men’s tales. Where Starks face north and wallow in their future hardships, Greyjoys press on.

The Greyjoy men are plunderers and theives by reputation, the conquerors who never stay long enough to rule. Yoongi’s good with his hands, he builds the boats and wants no part in anything more gruesome than that. If the men of the ports need more than that who is he to deny them? The Ironborn do not sow, but they must reap.

Winter comes and the Starks seal themselves in Winterfell. Yoongi ties the final knot in the rigging of his cousin’s vessle and sends the Kracken forth. His father doesn’t approve of waiting for royal permissions - let the fleet go where it will, just so long as it returns.

Yoongi’s cousin returns but the boat doesn’t, weeks of care and craft scraping across the ocean floor, maturing into wood for someone’s fire.

Yoongi doesn’t care.

“That which is dead, can never die!” the survivors cry. Yoongi nods in agreement, accepts his tithes, and heads down to the docks to start again.