The Lone Islands// Edmund Pevensie (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 3 Eustace

" Oh i'll just smash the thing then" I spoke as I lunged toward the painting, nearly off it's hook anyway. WHAT IS THIS ANYWAY?

I bet it is some sort of an illusion, yes. That sounds about right. Father tells me these things you see!

" NO! EUSTACE" Edmund yelled, as both him and Lucy tugged at me, so I no longer held the painting, and it then dropped to the floor with a thud, water gushing out of it.

This can't be a dream, because the water is cold and lapping at my feet, but before we could head out of the room, the water rose, and lifted us off our feet.

I screamed for help, as I can't swim that well, but Lucy and Ed had just ducked under the water, and as I took my last breath near the ceiling, I immediately was smothered by the water.

I waved my arms hastily, kicking as well, to try and get back to the surface. I needed air in my pulmonary.......If you don't know what that is, even though you SHOULD know, i'll tell you anyway: it is the lungs. Why am I talking to you? I NEED TO SURVIVE!!!

At once, without even opening my eyes, I followed my instincts, and swam up and up, and then it hit me. The cold, blowing air, the smell of salt, and I heard a sudden cry from Lucy.

" Eustace SWIM!" Lucy screamed, and I had only just managed to open my eyes and I saw a towering ship, shadowing the waters we were in, and swiftly, I followed Lucy's orders. (if they were orders, but it was my choice to follow them).

GOSH. WHERE WAS I? I only JUST recognised we are in the middle of nowhere, in the OCEAN, about to be smashed by an incoming ship.

I heard sploshes behind us, but this only made me swim faster, even though my muscles were aching from fatigue. This must be the most exercise I've ever done!

" Caspian! EDMUND! It's alright, it's Caspian!" Lucy yelled, and I heard the panting of Edmund stop slightly, as he treaded water to turn to Lucy.

A sailor came up to both me and Edmund, but EDMUND seemed to be alright with it.

" GET OFF ME! I WANT TO GO BACK! I WANT TO GO BACK TO ENGLAND!" I screamed, as the sailor tried to calm me down.

" Calm down! Your in Narnia!" I didn't know what he was on about, and I continued to struggle, as he dragged me over to the wooden thing that lifts you onto the boat.

I laid down on the deck in exhaustion, I was too tired to fight back at the moment. I had just closed my eyes to rest, until I felt a soft sort of feeling on my stomach. As I reopened my eyes, a reign of horror came over me, as I saw a massive rat!

" AHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed as loudly as I could, hoping to draw attention to a rat trying to CLAW MY FACE OFF.

" Whoa! What is the matter here!?" A tall, broad-shouldered man asked, I didn't care who he was I just wanted him to help me.

" THAT RAT THING JUST TRIED TO CLAW MY FACE OFF!" I screamed, but before the man could answer, a voice spoke from behind us.

" I was merely trying to suppress the water from your lungs, sir!" I turned around to face the rat, stood up and TALKING.

TALKING. YES. I KNOW IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE.

" D-did you just see that? It talked!" I stuttered a little in fright.

" He always talks!" One of the sailors smiled warmly, and I turned around to face the man again, as he spoke.

" It's actually getting quite annoying" He stated, smiling, even though what he just said was a complaint?

 I ran off, but only to be surrounded by fellow sailors.

" CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE IN THE BLAZES AM I?" I yelled, pointing my finger down.

" Your on the Dawn treader, the finest narnian ship in history!" A beats sort of thing boomed, and I suddenly dropped at the sight.

I was definitely dreaming.................

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