The sky was black. The sea churned and tossed, sending up gigantic waves which could swallow a ship whole. The rain was so thick it was impossible to see past arms length. It was so cold. The rain would sometimes turn to ice and little scratches would be left on your arms. Freya sat at her desk looking out. She couldn't sleep. The ship had been thrown about so much by the waves that it was impossible to stay still. The great cacophony of noise from the thunder, lightning, the sea and the shouts of the sailors on deck roared in her ears. Yet, she still sat at her desk; her bare feet on the damp floor, looking out at the stormy sea, compelled by wonder and fear. She shivered in her nightgown. Her door swung open revealing the corridor on the other side. A huge wave hit the deck, the boat shuddered. Water spewed down the steps, into the corridor and into Freya's room. More water hit her feet. She shivered again. She got up, and fell towards her trunk as the ship tossed and turned.She opened her trunkwith difficulty and grabbed a tunic, leggings and thick waterproof coat. Eventually she had got them on. She struggled up through the corridor and onto the deck. Bouts of water kept hitting her. She knew the safest place to be in a ship in a storm, was on deck, so that one could make a quick escape. The rain was pelting it down. The crew were desperately trying to keep the ship at bay. A gigantic wave just missed them, which would've have crushed the boat easily. The first mate came up to the Captain who was at the mast.

"Cap'n we cannot sail in this storm. It is folly!" Freya slipped up towards them. The Captain turned toward her.

"Freya. Go down to my cabin and fetch my compass." Freya nodded. She tried to climb down from the upper deck but slipped. She hit the main deck with a small cry. One of the sailors helped her up.

"Careful m'Lady!" He shouted over the noise of the sea. "Watch your step!" Freya nodded as she slowly made her way down below deck. The noise lessened. As she made her way to Captains quarters, she was often thrown against the wall of the corridor. She finally reached the Captain's cabin. The door had been thrown open. She spotted the compass on the desk. She reached forward. The ship gave an abrupt turn as to avoid another wave. The compass was thrown against the wall alongwith Freya. The Captain's ceiling was starting to give way. Freya searched through the stuff, desperately looking for the compass. The ceiling creaked. "Please hold" Freya prayed. The ceiling creaked again. Freya's hand found a small object. The compass! Freya grabbed it and made for the door as fast as she could. She was in the corridor when there was an almighty sound, beyond anything Freya had ever heard. The ship had hit rock.

"Gosh, listen to that storm." Edmund remarked.

"I don't like it." said Lucy as she huddled towards Susan.

"Imagine being in a ship in that." Said Edmund. "All that crashing and turning and…" Lucy gave a small whimper.

"Quit it, Ed. You're scaring Lu." Scolded Susan. "Where's Peter anyway?"

"In a meeting with Orieus."

"Oh. Come on, Lu. Time for bed." Susan and Lucy left the room. Leaving Edmund looking out from the warmth of Cair Paravel and into the black sea.

Freya stopped. She heard the ship creak. Coming to her senses, she summoned what little energy she had, and hurtled on deck.

"Captain? What happened? Where are we?" she asked timidly. Holding out the compass.

The Captain turned to her and took the compass silently. "We've run ashore. Where,I do not know." The crew were now surrounding the captain.

"We will now pick a party to go ashore, to find help, and to find out where we are."

5 minutes later, the 'party' was assembled. There was the captain, and around 8 other sailors, plus Freya. The captain didn't deem it safe to leave her on board. The First Mate was to be left with the ship and the rest of the crew.

"Come on men." said the Captain. They began to make their way up a hill, the ship far below them. Through the rain, Freya could see the outline of sharp jagged cliffs.

The company trudged through the dark lands. The rain had not ceased. As the crew turned a corner there was always a surge of hope that there would be shelter there. This would always die down, when no shelter would be revealed. Freya sneezed. The rain was beginning to increase. They were all sopping wet, as if they had just swum through the seven oceans under water. Freya sneezed again. It was still so dark. The trees loomed up above them. There was not a sign of life. Freya had ended up at the back of the group. As she passed a tree, she could swear she felt eyes boring into her back. She turned around. Nothing. She shook herself for being so silly. A tree being able to sense she was there! Utter nonsense. She increased her speed to catch up with the party.

"I'll know when, I know alright!" High King Peter shouted at his councillors.

"But Sire, it is a very important matter of which-"

"High King Peter!" A griffon burst in, Head of the Air Police. "We have word of a party moving through our lands. "

"Good or bad?"

"We do not know sire." King Peter thought for a moment. Should he arrest them? If they were good, then he would have the reputation of a suspicious King, and he would lose some of the trust that his people had for him. However, if they were bad, then they needed to be got rid of.

"What creatures are in the party?"

"We do not sire."

High King Peter thought for a moment before giving his decision to the griffon.

Freya sneezed. Her feet were numb with cold. The rain made her feel like a huge ice-cube it was so cold. They had to stop soon. She was dead on her feet from exhaustion. She just couldn't keep her eyes open. So tired… So very tired… Freya's brain began to switch off as her feet kept walking. Through her half-sleep, she could hear sudden panicked shouts of the crew. Her arm was grasped. She turned terrified. It was only Jack.

"Stay quiet." He whispered. Silence had befallen the crew. Freya shivered.

Suddenly, out of the bushes, all manner of creatures jumped. Freya felt Jack being pulled away from her. There were cries from other men.

"Jack!" she cried helplessly. Something grabbed her from behind. Freya stumbled and almost fell. She heard the Captain.

"Run Freya! Run!" Freya ran, but she tripped, and as she did so, something grabbed her.

Freya realized she had her eyes closed. She opened them. She could make out dim outlines of the crew which were tied up, she could only presume. She tried to move. But she then felt cold, wet rope being tied around her hands.

A fire was suddenly illuminated. A small campfire. "How did they do that?" Freya thought.

"You are in league with the White Witch, yes" A voice boomed out from behind her. She struggled.

"No we are not!" Shouted the Captain. "We don't even know who she is!"

"Hmm…" said the deep voice. "We shall let the Kings and Queens decide."

Freya struggled again. "Keep still." Said the deep voice in her ear. "We're not going to hurt you; we have to take you to the Castle on King's orders. We don't want anyone corrupting the peace of these lands. Sorry. " he said. " But we don't want the White Witch's power returning."

Freya gave a small, pitiful whimper, the ropes were cutting into her. She was so cold, her hood had fallen off so she felt more heat escaping her body."

The creature behind her seemed to take pity on her.

"Boy, Would you like your hood up?" he said kindly. Freya nodded, not bothering to correct him that she was a boy. She felt her hood go up over her head.

"General?" a voice asked.

"Take them to the castle." The deep voice said.