People cheer as the parade of crewmen walk through the streets towards the docks.
I can see the man I'd seen before, run up to Caspian: 'Your Majesty. Your Majesty!'
'Hold it!' Drinian warns the man, pushing him back, not letting him come any closer to Caspian.
'My wife was taken just this morning', he says.
'It's all right, Drinian', Caspian tells the captain.
'I beg you, take me with you.'
'Gael!' a woman behind us calls.
'I want to come', the little girl insists.
'No, Gael, stay with your aunt', the man tells his daughter without looking at her.
'I'm a fine sailor', the man tells Caspian, 'Been on the seas my whole life.'
'Of course, you must.' Caspian says as he slaps his shoulder.
'Thank you.'
'But, Daddy!' the little girl protests.
I had been walking behind this little girl and her aunt, I stop and look at the scene in front of me.
'Have I ever not come back?'
The girl shakes her head sadly, her father hugs her before letting go.
'Now be good.'
She nods as the arms of her aunt wrap around her.
I glance to Peter, who is walking ahead with Caspian before catching up.
Peter had informed me about what happened in the prison cell, they walked into the docks as a man came running with something in his hands.
'My king. My king', a ragged looking man, I presume to be Lord Bern, calls out, 'This was given to me by your father. I hid it safely in a cave all these years.'
'That's an old Narnian sword.' Peter remarks.
'It's from your Golden Age', the lord tells him, 'There are seven such swords, gifts from Aslan to protect Narnia. Your father entrusted them to us. Here, take it. And may it protect you.'
Only the shape of the sword is visible underneath the layers of sand, shells and coral.
'Thank you, my lord', Caspian says, 'And we shall find your lost citizens.'
We start walking again, but Caspian briefly stops and offers the sword to Peter, he takes it.
He holds the sword up, turning around in his hand, I smile at him before walking to the boat.
I sit next to peter, sowing the broken parts of my vest, glancing over at my husband from time to time as he cleans his new sword.
'It's going to be magnificent', Reep remarks, 'Do they come in a smaller size?'
Peter and I stand on the balustrade, overlooking the ship and the open sea. Suddenly we see Eustace run up the stairs from below deck where the provisions are kept. He seems a little panicky, he is holding a big butchers knife, he bumps into someone.
'Watch it!'
'Sorry', Eustace apologizes.
'Trying to run away? We're on a boat, you know', Reep taunted.
'Look, can't we just discuss this?' he requests.
'That was for stealing... that was for lying... and that was for good measure....' Reep says as he repeatedly hits Eustace.
Eustace lanches out his knife at Reep.
'That's the spirit!' Reep encourages, 'We have ourselves a duel. Catch.' The orange that was run through on Reeps sword, the one Eustace had probably stolen, was flung to the side causing it to fly away and be caught by Drinian who held a straight face.
'Now, come on. Take your best shot. Is that it? Come on, boy. Focus! Focus! Yes! Ha! Stop flapping your wings like a drunken pelican! Poise. Keep your blade up.' Reep instructed, 'Up, up! That's it. Now... Ha-ha-ha! Yah! Yoo-hoo! Over here. Now, lunge with your foot. Not your left, your right. Got it? Come on. Be nimble! Be nimble! It's a dance, boy, a dance. Come on now, again and again. That's right, that's right. Oh, no!'
Reep falls of the edge, pretended to have fallen overboard but quickly reappeared in the ropes above Eustace, who was looking over the edge scanning for Reep, he took this chance to push Eustace to the ground and into a barrel.
'And that... is that.'
A scream caused everyone to fall silently.
'Look', I say after walking down the stairs. A small form crawls out of the fallen barrel.
'Gael?'
