"Lys or Volantis?" These words meant nothing to him. "Is that in the Eastern Ocean?" He had thought he had found all of the lands that lay past the Lone Islands. It was possible that there was something south or north. Their steady course hadn't allowed much deviation and much of the time that they sailed, it was when they were fleeing something.

He touched his collar, loose and uncumbersome. There had been slave trade in the Lone Islands, it wasn't hard to imagine that the slave trade he had encountered there extended this far as well.

...Wherever this was.

"Are you a captive too, my lady?" Whatever fear he felt, it was put out of his mind. There was a lady in distress and he was obligated to help her.