Into the Unknown || King Caspian

e slave traders. All the crew members were then greeted warmly by the

and Eustace, who had finally reunited with the

learned, thanks to what Caspian and Edmund had been able to see from a small window in the wall of their cell, that the kidnapped people were a sacrifice to evil. They were put on boats and sent into the open sea, where they disappeared surrounded by a gre

. The man gave Caspian an old sword of Narnia, all now covered in corals. He explained to him

gun. He then gave the sword to Edmund, as a sign of friendship and equ

the king's hand and, in doing so, her watchful eye did not miss the cut on his shoulder. I

her a reassuring look, making her understand that every

umed its course to the east and, at sunset, t

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looking for Caspian: she had, in fact, a bad feeling about his shoulder. She therefore went to

it just enough to get her head in. Just as she expected,

moment?" she ge

e sound of her voice, "Of course, come in,"

hing about that shoulder wound?" she continued, le

do, Liz, than worry about my s

rely heard it wrong, he must have heard it wrong. "Cas," she called him, seeing the shocked look

out it, I can..." he tried to respond,

pian." she immedi

d one, even in that world she was sure she would find it. And so it was: in a door below the bookcase, there was a box wit

e woman in that situation surprised him, but again, he often tended to forget the fa

st attention to the perfect shape of his uncovered torso. His well-defined musculature was probably the result of y

as correct: it was not a deep wound, but it would still need stitches and a bandage. Taking a needle and thread in her hand, the

suddenly asked her, partly because he was cur

needle and taking a bandage. "For a short, crazy time in my life, I thought abo

demanded, sensing tha

side her stopped her from going on, "it doesn't matter

r, something she didn't want to talk about. He wouldn't have forced her, but he would have been r

o it shouldn't take long to heal," she then explained, handing him his shirt, "but yo

lied, dressing. "And thank you, I mean it,"

him another sweet smile. "Now forgive me, but I am dead tired," s

it wasn't exactly two eas

own words, resting a hand on his arm for a moment. She then turned and

watching her leave the room w

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hatter, the girl decided to sew. Apparently it was one of her favorite pastimes, as was reading, which she had in common with the woman. It was a

where she found Caspian holding the helm firmly in his hands. A few steps behind him, Captain Drinian c

of the Pirates of the Caribbean as she was, she had always wanted to sail the seas, try the thrill of the wind in her hair while pointing t

m. "The helm," she was quick to add, seeing his q

ut his hand. She looked at him shocked, as if he had totally lost his mind: she had

e uncertain, took the wheel. She smirked, fe

rms, so that he could put his hands on hers,

asked, lightly turnin

eed," he said,

. Only a few inches separated their faces, a space that seemed more and more annoying as the seconds passed. Before anything cou

rd Reepicheep exclaimed, while pointing his sword to a fri

ow stared at the mouse with a mixed expr

cuss this?" he tried to

hat he had tried to hide, "That was for lying!" said again, just before hitting him in the fac

hose hand tight around the handle of

ore dodging a blow and jumping on the edge of the ship. "Catch," he then

om the helm, was watching the scene with Elizab

woman with a bi

ued to fight against the mouse in the desperate

ike a drunken pelican! Pois

ally trying to teach a boy how to fight, with a kitchen knife. The animal descended from the edge and began to

dance, boy, a dance." it sighed, exasperated at his clumsiness. "Come

m and precision, getting with each blow closer to the mouse. The boy almost seemed t

d the rodent befor

, scared of having just committed a murder. Even Elizabeth tight

of attitude, "Reepicheep knows what it's doing," he

ad of his opponent. With a flick of its tail on his shoulder, it turned him over, and then gave him a push and droppe

wn the shirt she was working on, approached one of the

among the crew. The man who had joined them on the is

handed the child the orange he had held since the beginning of the duel, smiling and welcoming her aboard. The lit

The child could not be more than six years old, brought to her mind the image of her si

ht?" Caspian ask

ain, "but now I'd better be going, I want to see

ace with a bit of embarrassment, and