Eighteen year old Edmund Pevensie let out a groan as he rose from the hard floor of what looked to be a ship's extra, low cabin. Was he on the -no, it couldn't be. But it WAS. It was exactly the same as when he stayed here when Eustace was struck weak by seasickness. 'Brat was probably faking all along' He muttered slowly with a genuine laugh, as he took in the room. The three hammocks still hung there, the smell of wood and the sea strong through the port hole. The Narnian flag on the wall was new but filled him with great joy at its sight. Once again, his journey had been… odd, for lack of better words. He had been setting things up in his dorm at university for first year when the wind outside picked up tremendously. He opened the door, only to be knocked on his arse by a powerful gust and light and wind erupting through the door.
After seeing enough of the low cabin, he slowly made his way up the ship's old stairs. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he pushed open the familiar doors separating the lower deck from the upper, and a burst of scents surrounded him. Sea water, crisp air, and wood. The smell of map parchment and ink that usually filled the captain's cabin was sealed off by the large doors. Caspian. Was he still chain of command on the Dawn Treader? Edmund hadn't been away for near as long as last time. It was quite possible. He saw Lord Drinian not too far away from where he stood. Yes, it was quite possible he supposed. He scarce had time to mouth a greeting before a strangely familiar, female voice sounded his name loudly. Lucy. Why was she here? Was she why he was here? Had she been the one to summon him back. Why was she back though?
After finally pushing Lucy's sudden hug off of him with a laugh, he found the courage to ask what had entered his mind. "Caspian?" Before Lucy could answer though, the cabin doors opened, and as Edmund turned, his eyes were greeted by a familiar, yet strangely different sight. Caspian was probably around 21 years of age now. Not much taller than last time Edmund was here. He looked exactly the same. Except one thing. His hair. It was shorter now. It framed his face at perfect angles, drawing every bit of attention to his eyes. Hell, those eyes. Edmund had noticed the darkness of them before but now, they seemed something completely new. As he made his way through the throng of crew members, pulling his long black coat around him in the cold wind, those eyes found Edmund and took on a friendly and exciting glow. Edmund's own eyes lit up at the sight of his friend but his stomach did a very un-friend like flip as he saw each line of Caspian's face pull into a wide smile. The smile made him look younger somehow, and yet at the same time, more kingly and noble looking. And God was it an attractive smile. Which was only fitting on such an attractive man. Edmund's stomach did another tight flip as his cheeks flushed at this sudden thought. Why was he suddenly noticing how attractive Caspian was?