High King Peter stood at the quarterdeck, watching the waves as they rocked the ship sail through the waters. The sea kissed wind tussled Peter's hair about his face. The sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky, warming the air and warmed his body. It made his heart swell with the beauty that surrounded him. Narnia never ceased to amaze him, even after five years of living there.

A tiny laughter behind Peter caught his attention. Peter smiled to himself, but remained still. He waited in silence, waiting for his moment. Peter spun around quickly and caught Lucy in his arms. Lucy squealed as her brother locked her in his tight grip.

"Good try Lucy." Peter laughed.

"How did you know it was me?" Lucy asked.

Peter poked her nose with his finger. "You laugh too much."

Lucy pouted, causing Peter to laugh even more. Even at thirteen, Lucy was still a child at heart and if it was not for Lucy's occasional childish prank attempts, Peter was certain he, himself, would never have fun.

Suddenly to ship rocked violently. Peter and Lucy rocked into the railing of the ship. Lucy gasped in surprise. Peter looked to the sky. The clear blue sky had suddenly turned dark with clouds moving in. Rain began pouring from the dark clouds, drenching them all within seconds. The wind picked up, blowing against the ship. With Lucy's hand in his, Peter struggled toward the bridge of the ship, where the captain was trying to regain control of the ship.

"What's happening?" Peter cried over the roaring wind.

"A storm, your highness. Gather below deck with your siblings until we are safe." The captain ordered.

Peter nodded. It wasn't hard to find Susan and Edmund on a storm rocked ship. The two were waiting across the deck for them. Peter gripped Lucy's hand tightly and started their trek across the deck. The boat rocked violently, nearly splitting Peter and Lucy. Lucy cried out and she stumbled backwards. Peter pulled Lucy's hand, pushing her in front of him.

They had almost reached the door to the lower level of the ship when a large wave rocked the ship. Lucy stumbled against the railing, breaking it. She cried out as he fell over the edge.

"Lucy!" Peter yelled. He grabbed the edge of the boat and he jumped. He grabbed Lucy's hand, keeping her from falling into the raging waters.

Susan and Edmund raced to the edge. "Lucy! Peter."

Peter looked up. "Take Lucy."

Ed reached down and took Lucy's free hand, pulling her up. Susan grabbed Peter's hand to hold him on the ship. Edmund pulled Lucy up onto the ship and pushed her toward the door. He turned back to Peter and grabbed Peter's other hand.

"I got you Pete." Ed said.

Suddenly another wave crashed against the ship, right against Peter. Susan and Edmund were thrown back, releasing Peter. Peter was ripped from the edge of the ship and into the thrashing sea. The current pushed and pulled Peter in every direction. It dragged him toward the bottom, suffocating him. Peter fought against the current, trying to reach the surface for air.

Peter finally broke through the trashing waves and inhaled deeply. A wave washed over him, throwing seawater into his lungs. Peter coughed, trying to expel the water. He looked around for the ship, but the waves continued to wash over him, dragging him through the open waters. Peter gasped for air as the currents pulled him under again. His sword pulled him under, threatening to drown him.

Peter struggled to swim but the raging waves and rain were too much for him. A large wave crashed over Peter from behind, pushing him deep into the sea. Peter tried to find the surface before he drowned, but the waves continued to toss him about beneath the surface. Peter's lung began to burn and his vision became blurry. His arms and legs became sluggish in the water, hindering Peter's movements.

Suddenly the current shifted beneath the surface and jerked Peter violently. Peter's head snapped with the water. His body slammed into an underwater rock. Peter fought the immediate wave of unconsciousness. If he passed out now, he would certainly die. Peter grabbed onto the rock and used it to drag himself above the surface. Peter gasped loudly, inhaling new air into his lungs. Peter looked about and found himself in the middle of a maze of rocks.

A wave broke Peter's grip and threw him into the maze. Peter's body was slammed against rock after rock. Peter kept himself above the surface, but he was tossed into a nearby boulder. Peter's head slammed into the rock and Peter slipped from the thrashing seas.

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