I never fail in coming up with new stories! Oh goodness, I've got to stop this. This story was written while I was on Maui, Hawaii. Some of the inspiration came from experience, but most came from the gorgeous island.

Like I said, there are no pairings in the story. There will be translation of the Hawaiian words I've sprinkled about in this story at the end of each chapter. Most of the stuff in here is from the Hawaiian culture placed in the Narnian realm. Yes, Hawaii seems very Narnianish (if that's a word). Besides Muil and the island that has the Redhaven port, I have imagined that the other islands haven't had many visitors. It is pretty much finished, so updating will be rapid.

On to the adventure!

Shipwrecked

"Edmund," a sharp voice shouted in his ear.

Opening his eyes, Edmund saw Peter leaning over his bunk. The ship was rocking violently. Peter braced himself against the wall as another wave hit the vessel. His blond hair dripped with seawater and his clothes were drenched.

"What is it, Peter?" He groaned, pulling the blankets over his head.

"Get out of bed. The captain needs our help." Peter ripped the sheets off his brother's head. "Get dressed; I'll meet you on deck."

"All right," the Just King dragged himself out of the snug bed.

When his feet hit the floor he began to be alarmed. The floor was soaked with ankle deep water. He waded to his trunk, released the latch, and flung the lid up. Thankfully, his trunk was waterproof, so his clothes were dry. He pulled out a dark tunic and threw it over his head. Yanking on his boots, he headed to the door.

On deck, things were in mass chaos. The Narnian crew scurried around the deck as the captain bellowed orders. Waves crashed over the railing, flooding the deck. Rain lashed everything in a torrent of fury. Lightning split the sky; the thunder crashing behind. A dense fog had engulfed the ship and they had long ago been blown off course. The captain had no idea where in the sea they were. Edmund spotted Peter helping with a sail.

"Captain," a man ran past him. "One of the seams is leaking. What should I do?"

"You daft man, seal it of course!" The captain barked.

"Aye, sir."

"Captain," Edmund shouted, "Edmund Pevensie reporting for duty."

"I told His Majesty to get below, and what do I find? He gets his brother to help!" He groaned. "Go help King Peter pull in the sail! Be careful that you don't get washed overboard!"

"Aye, sir," Edmund rushed to help.

Pulling in the sail was difficult with the high winds and big waves. It took four men, including the two kings, to pull it in. The waves swept Edmund off his feet once, luckily he was holding onto the coarse rope. One of the crew men tied the sail to secure it.

Suddenly, a huge wave collapsed on the deck, Peter was swept off his feet and fell off the deck. He grasped the railing at the last possible second. Edmund dove to rescue his brother. He grabbed his free hand and began to pull him up. A violent jolt rocked the ship causing both kings to fall into the hungry ocean.

Peter and Edmund spluttered as they bobbed on the surface. "We must have hit a shallow reef." Peter shouted.

"Yeah, that means there has to be land nearby. Should we try to swim to it?" Edmund agreed.

"Yes, the ship is probably sinking and the waves are pulling us away from it anyway. I don't think we could make it back." Peter began to swim.

Swimming was harder than both kings had thought. The waves would pull them closer into the direction they wanted to go, but would pull them back again. Whitecaps continued to pound them from above. The fog was so thick that after a minute of swimming, they couldn't see the ship.

"I don't know if we will make it." Edmund said. "Maybe we should try to head back."

"We can't now. Who knows where the vessel is and in this fog we could miss the hull by inches and not know it." Peter disagreed. "Come on, we're bound to find land soon."

They pushed hard for more than an hour and seemed to get nowhere. With each stroke they thought about giving up. Every once in a while they would see if their feet could touch the bottom. Finally the sun began to color the overcast sky with a gray tint. The thunder began to subside and the rain turned into a drizzle.

Suddenly, Peter and Edmund ran into thirty foot whitecaps. The swells tossed them around, but through the wall of water, Edmund could make out the outline of an island not two hundred yards away. The Just King saw his brother get smacked by a curling wave; he went under. Edmund counted ten seconds, but Peter didn't come up.

Swimming near where Peter disappeared, Edmund dove. A short time later his hand brushed his brother's arm. Latching onto his sleeve, he kicked furiously to reach oxygen. His lungs burned for air as he broke the surface.

Gasping for air, he towed his brother to shore. "Aslan, help me." He cried as the sea tried to engulf him.

Finally, he could touch the soft sand on his tippy toes. A burst of energy ignited him and he fought with every bit of strength he had. At breaking point, he let the waves push him in. Dragging himself and Peter away from the water, he checked his brother's breathing. It was shallow, so Edmund squeezed the water out of his lungs. When Peter was breathing steadily, Edmund collapsed on the beach and slept.

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Her world was sharp but silent. Colors blazed their images through her mind, but silence still reigned. Her touch was soft and smooth. Her sun kissed fingers brought everything to life and her nut brown eyes watched everything attentively. The black hair that cascaded down her back smelled like the sweet flowers that she often nestled in the strands.

The green dress that she wore was a simple one piece with little shape. It was the only garment that she owned. Her radiant smile captured the joy that she had in the Great Lion.

--

Amana stood in the warm sand near the edge of the sea. It was mid morning and the strong wind blew her hair off her shoulders. The sun pushed back the veil of storm clouds, revealing a sparkling blue sky.

As the storm clouds slinked away, a light rainbow painted the sky. The sea kissed her feet with their foamy breath as she walked down the beach. The rain smell still lingered in the air. Knowing she needed to work on her baskets, she turned toward home.

--

Rain pelted the coastland that night. The wind lashed out in anger like it had the night before. Aukai barely got his fishing boat in before the storm. He dragged his boat up on the cliff as the first drops fell. It had been a long day and he hadn't caught anything. He was hoping the warm supper his sister was preparing would raise his spirits.