Once on board the Dawn Treader, Magnis was given a set of clean clothes and the three were assigned to their rooms. While the two older girls bunked with the crew and men, Magnis kindly refused and chose to stay in the rooms with Lucy. And she happily welcomed Magnis' company.
Skye was watching the waves fly back and fourth, hitting the boat's side ever so often and Lyra was helping Edmund with his sword. Magnis was hiding in the crow's nest, singing a tune that her mother used to sing to her before she died.
Lyra pulled out her dagger and gave it to the young king. "Perhaps this will help." She smirked as he took it handle first and looked at it. "Lovely weapon." He said. "Thank you. I melted the gold of my original Narnian shield to make the hilt and the blade was fashioned by lightning itself... I swore that it just... fell from the heavens one day." She said as he laughed and twirled it in his hand. "But, it does resemble my mother's favorite sword when she could still fight... I think she broke a piece of the blade off and gave it to me after her departure." Lyra sat on the deck as he stopped trying to crack the casing and looked at her.
"Forgive me, your Majesty, my emotions have run away with me again." She said, wiping a tear away and putting on a fake smile. "No, it's alright. And the name is Edmund, if you don't mind." He said with a smile that warmed her heart. "Yes, Your Maj- I mean... Edmund." The name seemed foreign on her tongue but she liked the feeling, no doubt. He began to peel away the dried casing on the sword and underneath sat a magnificent silver blade. "Oh, wow! It's beautiful... I can already tell that it will be magnificent." She said. "How can you tell?" Edmund said, looking up. Lyra laughed. "Oh, a weapon mimics the wielder. And placing trust in your weapon is the first step towards leadership. But if you do not trust your weapon... How can you ever manage to trust yourself?" And Lyra rose to her feet before walking off.
"Was she speaking in riddles?" Edmund wondered out loud. "Get used to that, sire..." Magnis said, leaping from the crow's nest. "Lyra is one of the most wisest, bravest, and confusing girls that has ever lived. And if you don't pay attention, you'll never be able to understand what she says." Before she walked off, Edmund stopped her. "Wait, do you know what she meant when she said... 'A weapon mimics the wielder'?" He asked her. "Well, sire, I'm sure she meant that you give the sword it's commands, and it will surely follow, but give it the wrong commands, you'd be better off trying to remove the horn of a Minotaur."
Magnis heard a huff and looked up at Tavros, the crew Minotaur. "No offense, just making a reference." She said and he nodded and let the matter pass. "But what does it mean? Is there a moral behind all of it?" Edmund stood up and she tried to think... "Guess it means that... Do not steer towards your mind's desires when your heart knows the true way... Your sword will go one way, but it is up to you to correct it." And she walked off. "That was pointless." Edmund concluded and continued to peel the casing off.
Magnis headed for the crewmen's quarters and ran into Reepicheep. "Hello, miss Magnis." He said, fussing about with his sword. Magnis smiled. "Hello, Reepicheep... So, where's the woman hitting interbred? Did he tip off the edge of the starboard?" She questioned, referring to Eustace. "No, miss, I'm sure he's around somewhere. If he's not scribbling in that book of his, he must be coming up with an escape plan. Keeps gawking on and on about this place called England." Reepicheep told her. Magnis rolled her eyes. "He's as delusional as a pirate." She sat down on the hammock and yawned before looking up at the hammock above her where Reepicheep was.
"Do you think we're really going to find them, Reep?" She said, sighing. "There's only one way to find out, miss. Continue until we find out if all hope is lost, or there is more to it that meets the eye." He told her, looking down under at where she lay. Magnis laughed before feeling her eyes get heavy. But she snapped them open, hoping she didn't fall asleep in case her services were needed.
"Relax and rest, miss. I will inform any of the crew who ask of your whereabouts. Actually, you and the other two should be resting. You must've been up all night, preparing the battle plans." He said. She shook her head. "I didn't do much. I'm sure Lyra and Skye had their hands full, though." She reminded. "Yes, your friend Lyra was up with the Captain all night with battle strategies." He told her. Magnis swung her leg back and forth... "The other two are the braver ones. I'm simply here for extra weight... When I was still in the army, I would make the Narnian Armor... The Iron was hard to come by, but the snapped weapons and mangled swords made for great chaining... But... That's another story." Magnis yawned and soon let her eyes close.
Back up on the deck, Skye was getting more than sea sick... Before she could make it to the starboard, she threw up over the edge of the boat... "I hate ships..." She wiped her mouth but too soon when she emptied the contents of her stomach into the ocean. Skye felt a hand move up and down her back, trying to soothe her. "You alright?" It was Caspian. "I don't know..." She whimpered and crouched down on the deck, still holding the handrail. He got down next to her. "I'm sure it'll pass, Skye... I felt the same way at first." He said.
Skye rolled her eyes and kept her head down before taking in a large exhale and standing up. "H-How long until the next stop, Caspian?" She stuttered. Caspian raised his hand to her forehead and felt sweat and heat... "Long enough for you to get some rest, Skye... My bunk is down in the crewman's quarters. You can use it for the time being." He told her. She shook her head. "No, Caspian, I cannot possibly take your-"
"I insist. You must regain your strength." He said again. She breathed in heavily. "Yes, Caspian..." And she headed for the crews quarters. Finding his bunk easily because it was the only one with a royal sword on it. She picked it up and put it underneath his hammock and climbed inside... It still smelled like him. Skye grabbed the pillow slightly and slowly fell asleep, smelling what is of Caspian, her King...
Meanwhile on deck, Lyra was passing the time, whistling to herself and watching the waves while staring at the horizon. But she was unaware of the boy sneaking up behind her. And out of nowhere, someone grabbed her shoulders, jerking them back, shouting, "Saved your life!"
She almost shrieked but recognized the voice. "I have half a mind to push you over the edge!" She snapped, jumping down and glaring at Edmund. "But you won't. Then who would play tricks on you?" He smirked, crossing his arms. She rolled her eyes.
"I have those two for that..." She said, shrugging and then yawning. "Are you tired?" Edmund asked her. "A little bit... I'll be alright though." She said with another yawn and her eyelids became heavy. "Lyra, get some rest. You have been up for more than 24 hours..." He told her... "How did you-"
"I know, Lyra... Go to my bunk, get some rest. We need you to help us in battle whenever it may come." He told her. She yawned again. "But-"
"It's an order by the King, Lyra..." He narrowed his eyes and smirked. "Fine. I give... Thank you, Edmund." And she headed for the crew's quarters, finding Edmund's bunk and falling into the hammock, yawning and not thinking about anything else as her eyes closed immediately.
At least an hour passed by when Eustace returned to his bunk and to his shock, Magnis was asleep inside, her hair unbraided and over the pillow and wild... She didn't snore but gave light sighs... "Let the girl sleep." Eustace heard above. He looked up at Reepicheep who smirked. "Why should I? She's so rude to me!" He pouted, crossing his arms. "She saved your life, boy. I'd be more grateful, if I were you. Staying up for hours on end, figuring out an escape plan... Look, you may not like it, but she risked her life for yours." Eustace knew this was true... So he gave in.
Besides, she looked way too peaceful to wake... Her arms tensed and she turned over, her back facing him and she sighed again as the hammock swung back and forth... And he sat down on the floor, waiting for her to move but... He eventually laid down and fell asleep, waiting...
