Once we had gotten Greg to calm down I explained everything.

The white witch.

My seven year quest.

My marriage.

King Miraz.

And now…now.

"Amazing," Greg said. "Although I don't quite like this Ed guy. Are you sure he's good enough for you?"

"Yes," I smiled, "I've never been happier than when I've been with Edmund. We've been married…twenty-two years."

Greg shook his head in amazement. "Wow…just wow."

I nodded, "I know."

"So that's why you won't date."

"Yes. I'm married, Greg, I thought we went over this."

Greg smirked, "Well, since dad's not here I'm gonna have to test him."

My expression dropped. "Gregory, no. You-."

"What kind of guns to they have here?" Greg asked, "Shooting contest? I'm really good at first person shooters. Video games? Football?"

"Swordplay," Caspian said, overhearing us. "We could have a small duel if you wish."

"Caspian, don't encourage him," I shouted.

Greg agreed, "Yeah, I'm good at those."

I growled out, "Yeah virtual ones. This is a real live one. With swords!"

However Greg had already gone over to Edmund and demanded he fight him. "Edward-."

"Edmund." Ed corrected.

"Whatever, how about a friendly game?"

Quickly I waved my hands in the air to signal to Edmund 'don't do it'. He saw, but didn't listen. I groaned.

"Like chess or something?"

"Swords," Greg said, showing how obviously he didn't know a thing about swords outside of video games.

"Well, alright," he said with a smile.

I ran over to find Greg getting a sword and Edmund unsheathing his.

I grabbed Ed's shoulder, "Although he is really annoying he's my brother."

"And?"

"Don't kill him," I deadpanned.

Edmund laughed, "He's your brother. He can't be that bad."

Edmund was wrong.

He was worse.

Not only could my brother barely lift the sword with those toothpicks of his, but he was so slow I saw Edmund not only hold back, but not even try.

Soon everyone had gathered to see the brother of Lady Champion Willow fail miserably at the thing I was best known for.

Finally they were done after Greg surrendered, his shirt was covered in sweat patches, his forehead was gleaming from tiny drops of sweat, and his breathing had increased so that he was panting and wheezing.

"Alright you lot, back to work!" Lord Drinian shouted.

"Thank you," I said and hugged Edmund as Greg walked away to sulk.

"I'm sorry," Edmund whispered in my ear, "but you're brother is terrible."

I pulled away, "I know."

Lucy walked up to us, "Edmund, Will. Do you think that if we keep sailing we'll get to the edge of the world?"

"Don't know," Edmund said, wrapping his arm around my waist. "It's possible."

"See your still talking nonsense," the boy from earlier came up from bellow deck.

I looked at him, "Edmund, I don't think you told me who this is with you."

Edmund and Lucy both groaned. "This is Eustace," Edmund said, "our cousin."

"Nice to meet you Eustace."

"Are you feeling better?" Lucy asked.

"Yes, no thanks to you," Eustace snapped.

I tried to lighten the conversation, "Found your sea legs?"

"Never lost them," Eustace snapped. "Mother says I have an acute disposition. Due to my intelligence."

Edmund nearly choked on his own spit at that.

Eustace then turned his attention to Edmund's arm around my waist, "Who are you?" he snapped.

My husband glared at his cousin, ready to fight if I was insulted. "Eustace this is my wife. Will."

"Wife?" Eustace spluttered. "She's an American ass. They have been absolutely no help in the war too cowardly."

"Cowardly?" I asked.

"Eustace, I'm warning you," Edmund said.

Eustace interrupted, "I'll have you know as soon as we reach civilization I'm going to contact the British Consol. Have you all arrested for kidnapping." He walked away, but walked right into Caspian.

"Kidnapping is it? Funny, I thought we saved your life," Caspian said.

"You held me against my will!"

I let out a small laugh.

"In, what I must say, are the most unhygienic quarters. It-It's like a zoo down there."

Reepicheep appeared. I didn't even hear him until he said, "He's quite the complainer isn't he?"

Edmund deadpanned, "He's just warming up."

However we were all, thankfully, interrupted by someone up the mast calling, "Land ho!"

The Lone Islands were in sight.