As she crouched down behind a barrel, Y/N felt as if her breathing was far too loud for the task at hand. She was trying her hardest to board the Dawn Treader without being seen. Why, might you ask? Well, she was on a search for a special sword. Most would see it as a random everyday sword, but in Y/N's eyes it was more. Her father was the owner of it when she was younger and that was all she had left of him, if only she had it. She had searched many ships before, easily escaping each one. Now the Dawn Treader was next. She was starting to loose all hope in finding it again but couldn't go on without trying here. So here she was, kneeling behind a barrel and awaiting a chance to board and blend in. She already had her clothes on and her long, curly blonde hair tucked into a hat so she could easily be mistaken for a young cabin boy. She watched as the captain, who was called Caspian from what she'd heard, jump down from the deck and started talking to someone. She groaned when he was still facing her. "Turn, c'mon. Turn." She whispered, mostly to herself though it was meant for Caspian.