BioDiverse Sea T... was a plan that Ronan has been aspiring for.
Not the name per se... but the idea it represented.
About a vast land of agriculture that he hoped to have... he wished to develop... ever since his indoor gardening back at home.
All those flora expertise, developed mutations, plant synergies, watering systems, and insect mutualisms were unfortunately limited by pots and planting beds.
All those diligently cultivated cultivation skills... confined in such a little garden...
Even as he tried to implement them in Runestone, there was just something quite unfortunate about the terrain and how constrained it was with regards to the neighboring Houses.
Mountainous, rocky with slopes, and politicky. As fertile as the Reach it may seem to be.
But the times... and the place has changed.
And the Great Grass Sea might just have all of its grass burnt down to serve as a kind of prime foundation for what's to come.
Or maybe Ronan could go and "consult" them woods walkers again... for a potential collaboration.
Cause he has some doubts on whether the freed slaves and the spared Dothraks could even match the greenness of those thumbs.
Either way, Ronan was very much looking forward to what the future had in stall.
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In a natural progression of events... that future became the present... and then it became the past.
Thematically opposed by the almost unnatural progression of what the Great Grass Sea came to be.
An incredibly lush land of harvest and bounty!
A heavy forest of trees, plants, and herbs... with a frightening organization and efficiency holding it all together.
Enough to supply the many factions of Essos and Westeros by manyfold... with an allegedly enviable surplus.
As for why such a great territory was not beseiged by greed and avarice... well... no more need be said when considering who owns it.
Even the nearby slavers of Slaver's Bay dare not flay their whips there.
For as much as it has been oddly renamed as BioDiverse Sea T... everyone actually calls it as the Great Dragon Sea...
On account of all the terrifying dragons that patrol those high and verdant canopies.
Many wonder where plenty of these new and improved beasts came from... but it should be no suprise at the same time.
Given that the conquered horse breeders may have been spared for the ensured sustenance of these creatures in mind.
Especially when a handful of these new dragons can dwarf the famous Black Dread and mayhaps even bigger than those ancient monsters recorded from vestiges of Old Valyrian history.
Either way, it was clear that the Bold Bronze was writing chronicles of his own.
Such as the creation of what was arguably biggest ship there is...
Mayhaps unsatisfied with the size of the Ma-Rheas or needing a true flagship that can stand out in his fleet of giants...
The Sailing Leviathan came to be.
And as much as an impressive moniker that was... it couldn't hide the fact that the poor vessel was actually named the Bronzy Dick.
In honor of the leviathan that Royce encountered in his Young Bronze years.
But some say it is inspired by his own loins.
Either way, it is an odd choice for sure... yet not as odd as the choices made during the beginning of its maiden voyage...
Wherein the Bronze stood tall on its helm, wearing some oversized drapes to cover his bare upper body... holding a spear-handled sword called AirCracker on one hand... and a circular flat bread on the other.
For him to then yell that...
"The One Pizza... is Real!"
A phrase that baffled all those that heard this particular retelling.