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Two ✧ The Dawn Treader

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NOW SAFELY ON THE SHIP, CASPIAN TURNED to me once again, addressing Lucy. "Is this the childhood friend you've told me so much about last time you were here?"

     My heart skipped a beat, and I looked up at him. He was a great deal taller than me, having to stand at - at least - six feet. I was only five foot four, so I had to crane my neck to look up at him. He was undoubtedly handsome, like Lucy said he was. Actually, probably more so. Now that we weren't in the water, I could make out more of his facial features; he had kind eyes and clear skin, save for a scar over his right eye that he must have procured last time the Pevensies were in Narnia - due to the fact that they were quite literally at war with the Telmarines. His lips were pulled into a congenial smile. He had such dark, voided eyes that seemed both ominous and kind at the same time. It was almost... enigmatic, in a way.

I glanced over at Lucy, my embarrassment and nervousness most definitely conspicuous on my face. "You told him about me?"

     She nodded in response, and that answered Caspian's question.

     "Morgan, right?"

My heart skipped a beat yet again as I looked back up at him. "Ye-yeah, that's correct," I replied, internally cursing the waver in my voice. "I was told a lot about you, too. Prince - or, now King - Caspian?"

He nodded, the kind smile never having left his face.

     Lucy had a knowing smile on her face, and I scowled at her. She let out a laugh. She came up beside me on my left, Caspian on my right. I briefly noticed a large creature to our left that resembled a bull - actually, there seemed to be a few horned creatures walking on two legs, but my focus was diverted to Caspian when he spoke up.

     "How in the world did you end up here?" he asked, grinning at Lucy as he led us toward the stern of the ship.

"I have no idea," she replied, chuckling, before someone called his name.

We turned to see Edmund walking up, and Caspian walked over to greet him. "Edmund," he said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he started toward us. "It's great to see you."

     "Good to see you," Edmund replied, an arm on Caspian's back as they reached us.

     "Didn't you call for us?" Lucy asked, her and I beginning to walk alongside them.

     "No," he said, letting his hand drop from Edmund's shoulder so the boy could wrap his blanket around himself. "Not this time."

     Edmund looked elated. "Well, whatever the case, I'm just glad to be here."

     I jumped harshly at the abrupt sound of a scream. It sounded like Eustace. I let out a sigh, before I turned to see a sight that made my eyes widen in shock and confusion.

     "Don't touch me!" he hollered, having been tackled by a large mouse with a musketeer feather hat fashioned around one of his ears.

Lucy, Edmund, Caspian and I looked at the scene, facial expressions varying in appearance; Lucy looked done, Edmund looked borderline annoyed, Caspian looked amused, and I looked utterly confused.

"Get that thing off me!" He managed to throw the mouse off of him, and the mouse came tumbling over at our feet, panting as he sent a glare to the boy.

     "Reepicheep!" Lucy exclaimed, both her and Edmund adorned with happy looks on their faces.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was the mighty musketeer mouse they'd told me about?