"Some kids who played games about Narnia
Got gradually balmier and balmier…"
It's felt like years since that day. I remember when I was the one making fun of them for believing in their little world of Narnia. The truth was, I was never able to imagine anything that big. That is, until I saw it myself.
Now that I look back on those years, I've realized how much of an ass I was to think that it didn't exist. There were some problems. I still think that King Caspian was giving his little boat a little too much praise. Then there were the problems that I started. There was the time where I actually thought (and now I regret) that it would be funny to swing Reepicheep around by the tail and run, but because of that, I still have some scars on my hand from that rapier of his. But I can say a million times that it wasn't his business as to why I was sneaking around on deck with a cup in my hand. I was thirsty and it was very hot. But those words sound childish now that I see them clearly on paper.
Even when I look back to what I was like before my cousins stayed at my house that day, I always find myself shuddering, or muttering to myself that I was an idiot. And my time accompanying my cousins and King Caspian (against my will) on the sea voyage made me realize lately, that I was a very foolish boy. I didn't know the ways of Narnia back then, and I acted very ignorant.
But then, I met Aslan. It was back when I was transformed into a dragon (because I had put on that cursed bracelet) and…I guess that through that transformation, I realized how truly ugly I was inside. I guess it was only Aslan who could help me (literally) remove those layers of ugly flesh so that I can be me again. But a changed sort of Eustace. Then, I guess I realized that the others were only trying to help and be kind. I learned that much.
And then, there was Jill. Jill Pole (I must say) is a very clever girl. She can be sharp and snappy sometimes, but she is very clever. We've never stopped talking about that day where I found her crying near the gym and the numerous events that happened next. Although I felt more sorrow than she did to see Prince Rillian kneeling beside King Caspian's deathbed as he saw is father breathe his last breath. But she and Puddleglum make an interesting duo. Puddleglum is the most pessimistic person one can ever meet and Jill always tries to shed light on a situation that she knows light can be shed on.
I miss those days. They felt like they happened in just seconds, yet it felt like years. Now I sit here at my desk writing a letter to no on in particular yet I hope that someday someone can come upon it, and read it for themselves. Someone in desperate need of a letter like this. Someone like Susan. But I won't go into that at all.
For now, I'd best be on my way. Jill and I have been invited to have dinner with the Pevensies, Professor Kirke, and Ms. Plummer. I guess while I'm there, I won't try to ruin the moment wishing for a day where I was back in Narnia.
Sincerely,
Eustace Scrubb
Those of us who have read the books know for dang certain what happens at dinner. For the rest of you: it's a very interesting story…
With all due respect,
Capt. C
P.S. I'm back.