However, even after all that, Ronan was far from finished. Not yet keen on slowing down.
Even when Essos and Westeros itself were still digesting the facts.
That he matched Corlys Velaryon's famous Voyages in record time...
Founded a scarily efficient merchantry operation on the way...
Occupied a city thought to be accursed... rumored to have found traces of woods walkers and dealt with them...
Taunting the Dothraki whilst building more huge ships.
Then struck sudden terror on the Howling Hills...
Stole zorses... and may have actually spun the heads of the Jogos Nhai.
Located Deep Ones to strung them upside down... and renaming an archipelago after all the godslaying to become the new local god.
Committed unspeakable things in some Secret City.
But after catching some demon or two from Far Mossovy... he was still unto the next...
Farther than Mossovy maybe... beyond known maps.
But no...
For in this newer instance... it was straight towards the seemingly unending Shivering Sea.
At an opportune timing wherein the unstable sea of incongruent cold became relatively calm.
Willam saw to how surprisingly measured Ronan was in his approach...
Even when actual solidified sea was still far ahead... he actually cautioned the ships to move back and back.
For they were dangerously close to deceptive waters... wherein a single forceful act could apparently turn seawater into quick ice.
To almost make many bronze boats stuck in place. Punishingly so for something as big as the Santa Ma-Rhea.
Nevertheless, with the main ships in safe distance... they still rowed towards the plains of ice in the prepped dragonboats. Which were far easier to retrieve when the water beneath them literally hardened as Ronan said.
It may just be the perverted science of supercooling and nucleation, he explained with some doubt.
A supposedly simple trick... yet it was what ate and ate thousands and thousands of vessels... in this aptly named bay.
Cannibal Bay.
Accordingly, in their very wool-y attire that protected them from frostbites and the very negative element... the Order of the Wool or just the Bronze Order did what they were good at.
Cleaning up the ilk of the wildmen and savages.
This time, without restriction, as Ronan saw no point in cumbersomely converting cannibals.
Maybe some few could be given a chance, but the lot of them were far too entrenched in the partaking of flesh.
So, they could only go... to the hells or wherever else.
Eventually, this event became known as the Culling of the Cannibals.
But Willam knew that they did not do this to simply be sung by bards once again.
They did this for the objects that the cannibals considered wastes. For they only treated meat and food as paramount.
So, in this graveyard of ships... riches and treasures accumulated due to hundreds and hundreds of years of failed fleets and misfortunate expeditions. Or even from prior unsuccessful attempts at trying to do what they have achieved.
And all of a sudden, the bronze fleet became flush with great wealth... more so than the hasty tradings they've made... all funneled back into Runestone.
The most prominent of them were 3 Valyrian steel blades... used by cannibal chiefs to cut limbs, spill guts, and even slice bones.
So, Limb Cutter, Gut Spiller, and Bone Slicer they were known to be.
Quite the departure from Lamentation... but Valyrian blades are Valyrian blades nonetheless.
Of course, there were also Valyrian steel of spoon and forks... but it should not be meant for extravagant use after how it's been used.
So, it was melted down by Ronan into another Valyrian blade he fashioned as Cutlery.
Accordingly, from henceforth, the color bronze and its sails became undeniable in Northern Essos and the Shivering Sea.
Led by a very young bronze knight... who had grown too fast and too bold.
So, from that point on, he was no longer the Young Bronze for many...
As Ronan Royce had become the Bold Bronze for plenty.