I own no part of Narnia. I'm just another fan of great literature, hopelessly incurable.
Prologue: A New Sun
The sun began to set on the peaceful western sea, the sandy beach scattered with great boulders shone gold in the light of the sinking sun. The rocks rose up to a great mountain which hid the day's final rays from the vast forest below. Out from a cave cut into the basalt peak came twelve astounded, weary, and distressed figures. Their faces were pale with astonishment. This was not the balmy tropical island on which they were hiding, fugitives even amongst their fellow pirates. This land was cold, barren, desolate, and cruel.
The hard, stern face of the leader gazed down on a dimly lit clearing in the evergreen wood at the bottom of the mount. He knew he was nowhere near home. First mate Casper Telmair of the free ship the Sea Blade tried to reason out this inconceivable occurrence. Popular stories of lands beneath the earth came to mind. He rushed towards the back of the shallow cave, rapping his fist against the solid stone wall. There was not passageway, at least not a natural one. Then the truth came to him. But how could he explain it? How could he tell the others that they had come to another world?