I'M BACK.

I know it's been a while, I miss you guys too:-D

This new one, surprisingly, is not MaxRide. It is acutally a Narnia fanfic, developed by my friend turquoise seas and I. Of course I HAVE to give her credit, she helped me make up the plot and began to write one version of this with me at a time. I hope you like it, dear!

And I hope everyone else likes it, too.

Oh yeah, chapter story this time:-D No more 'shots!

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia, or the characters. Heck, this story isn't completely my own (see above)!

"Peter?" Susan asked, rubbing the tender spot on her aching head as she sat up in the dark, cramped space she was located in. "Are you awake?"

"Yes, Sue," he answered, voice strained and tired. From somewhere beside her, she felt his hand touch her shoulder, then cover her hand comfortingly.

"Where are we?" she wondered, reaching out to feel the cold metal bars of the cage she realized she was locked in. Appalled, she lifted them above her head to see how high it was and found that it was only tall enough for her to barely sit upright. She couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it must be for Peter, who was almost a foot taller than her.

"On a ship," he answered her, squeezing her hand gently for reassurance.

"Do you know what's going on?" she asked, slight panic entering her tone. She remembered riding horses through the forest with her brother, leaving their two younger siblings at Cair Paravel. As they galloped closer to the shore, she was knocked off of her saddle and smacked in the head with a rock-like object. Thus the bloody bruise she instinctively put her hand to.

"Don't touch it, Sue," Peter advised, pulling her fingers away from the injury. "I know as much as you do. I just woke up as well." He groaned as he tried to adjust his body into a more comfortable position in the small cage. Susan noticed a faint clinking sound as Peter's chain mail moved underneath his tunic. She was glad he had some protection from whoever held them captive, for she had none. Her bow and quiver had been taken, along with Peter's sword.

Just then, a stream of bring sunlight flooded the chamber from a door above them, presumably up a set of stairs. As their eyes adjusted, the pair saw a large man with the rolling gait of a sailor making his way toward them. Susan stiffened as Peter slid his broad shoulders in front of her protectively. He tilted his chin up defiantly when the man was within speaking range. "What do you want from us?" Peter questioned.

"I want nothing from you, lad," the man said with a thick accent. "The captain of the other hand wants to see you immediately." He unlocked the cage and Peter slipped out first, his body rigid. Susan followed him, feeling the sailor's eyes upon her body. She glared at him and kept close to her brother, reaching her hand toward his for comfort.

Leading the two onto the ship's deck and past all of the other lustful sailors smiling at Susan with rotted teeth, the man took Peter and Susan into the captain's quarters. After passing through a small door, they caught sight of a tall man dressed in lavish clothing, facing away from the entrance. Peter tried his best to hide his sister behind him, but she peeked out from behind him.

Susan took note of the rich interior of the room. Displayed on the walls were maps from all over the world, and on the desk were piles of gold and jewels from raid that the pirate captain had instructed. Lying on the far table was Peter's sword and Susan bow, but in front of the weapons stood four large guards, faces void of expression.

Then the captain turned on his heels to face them. His face was rough from the many years he had endured at sea, but the clothes he wore were the complete opposite. The long, deep red coat was trimmed in gold thread, and his hat had a huge red feather sticking out of it. The man's shoes clicked as he paced, the only sound to be heard in the silence.

Peter, unable to contain himself any longer, exploded. "What do you want from my sister and I?"

The captain smiled at him. In a tone of false friendliness, he said, "I promise not to hurt either of you if you just corroborate with what I present to you."

"We agree to nothing," Peter said boldly.

"Just let him finish," Susan whispered in her brother's ear, afraid that the captain would take offense from Peter's disrespect.

But the man just laughed. "I didn't expect you to agree without first listening to my proposition, High King Peter." He added the last comment in a mocking tone, and then continued, "You see, the knowledge of one of your siblings possessions has reached me, and I've become rather resolute to discover it's true potential."

"I'm afraid I don't understand," Susan said.

"I've learned of Queen Lucy's magical elixir," he stated bluntly, his verbosity being left behind.

Susan stepped forward, holding a confident posture. "Sir, neither you nor any crew member I have seen look to be injured and in need of the potion. Why is it so important to you?"

The captain's voice turned dark. "You do not realize the possibilities of the liquid. With this substance, I could achieve a type of eternal life. Any injury could be instantly healed, any sickness fixed in an instant." He paused and when neither Pevensie commented, he continued. "You see, the youngest values her gift from Father Christmas far too much. She would not willingly give it away, and I do not feel the need to slaughter such a young child. So, to keep your lives, you shall convince her to give the elixir to me, and no one will have to die."

"No," Peter growled.

"What, son?" the captain retorted angrily.

"I said 'no'" Peter repeated through clenched teeth, his fists tightening at his sides. A moment of thick tension passed over the room while the captain and Peter stared each other down, until Peter leaped across the room and jabbed the man directly in the jaw.

"Peter!" Susan shrieked, witnessing the captain go down hard. The four guards then surrounded Peter and Susan rushed to his side, fighting through them to reach their weaponry.

Susan fought efficiently, kicking a man in the crotch to quickly bring him to his knees. Peter hit one in the ribs, only to take a hit to the shoulder. He continued the hand-to-hand combat while Susan snatched their effects off of the table. She tossed his sword to him and flung her quiver over her shoulder. After the 4 men were brought down, Peter grabbed Susan's arm and led her through the door, only to be met by a hoard of angry crewmembers that had heard the commotion.

Hope you liked it! Review, tell me what you think. I swear to update ASAP.