The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader- SLOW UPDATES

How Is Eustace Scrubb My Cousin?!

After we had changed into dry clothes, Caspian led us into his room. I smiled at a gold lion carving inscribed into the wall.

"Aslan," I whispered.

"Look! Susan's bow and arrow!" Lucy smiled, pointing at the display.

"Lucy," Caspian said, pulling out a box.

"My healing cordial. And dagger!"

She reached out to grab them.

"Oh, may I?"

"Of course. They're yours," Caspian replied.

"Peter and Logan's swords," Edmund stepped forward.

"I looked after them, as promised." Caspian murmured, pulling them out. He handed me my swords and held out Peter's to Edmund.

"No, no. It's yours,"

Edmund backed away.

"Peter gave it to you."

Caspian smirked, stepping away.

"I did save this for you though,"

Caspian tossed Edmund a torch, the one he had left in Narnia. I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Thanks," Edmund said, halfway confused.

"Since you left us, the Giants of the North have surrendered unconditionally," Caspian spoke, pointing things out on a map.

"And we defeated the Calormen armies at the Great Desert. There's peace across all of Narnia."

"Peace?" I asked.

"In just three years."

"And have you found yourself a queen in those three years?" Lucy asked mischievously. I looked down at my feet. I hadn't thought about that. Not that it mattered. I mean who was I to assume he felt the same way as me after such a long period of time.

"No," Caspian answered, wrapping his arm around me

"I haven't."

My mouth twitched. Lucy rolled her eyes.

"You two are so obvious."

"Hang on, so if there are no wars to fight and no one's in trouble, then why are we here?" Edmund questioned before I could snap at Lucy.

"That's a good question," Caspian said gravely.

"I've been asking myself the same thing."

"So where are we sailing to?" I asked.

"Before I took back the throne from my uncle, he tried to kill my father's closest friends and most loyal supporters- the seven lords of Telmar,"

Caspian turned back, facing seven pictures of old men

"They fled to the Lone Islands,"

He poked it on the map.

"No one's heard from them since."

I walked up next to him and held his hand reassuringly.

"So you think something's happened to them?" Edmund questioned.

"Well if it has, it's my duty to find out."

"What's east of the Eastern ocean?" I murmured.

"Uncharted waters," Caspian's right hand man, Drinian answered.

"Things you could barely imagine. Tales of sea serpents and worse."

Edmund chuckled.

"Sea serpents?"