Imagine a storm where you can't see two feet in front of you, where the helm has to be held by at least three strong men or the ship you are sailing on will spin out of control. Where there is no place where you feel dry, and every moment you think you're going to get hit with lightening and become stiff and charred like a cartoon character.

I didn't have to. We were currently sailing in it.

Lucy, Gael, Greg and Eustace stayed in the cabin that was Caspian's before we showed up. Well, Lucy stayed there most of the time. The other portion was when she tried to help on board, but due to her size and strength she wasn't able to help all the time.

I was no body builder myself, but I managed to find jobs where I could be useful.

Several times when Edmund and I crossed paths I knew by the looks he gave me that he'd rather I stayed where I would be safer and less wet. However, in our long years of marriage he knew that if something had to be done there was no force on earth that could stop me from getting it done once it was in my sights.

"Will!" Edmund shouted.

"Yes?"

"Take this!" he handed me a cloak that I knew was going to be useless in this storm, but I accepted it if only to put his mind in a better state.

I gave him a shaky smile and secured it around myself in an effort to stave off some of the rain.

Reepicheep called something from the dragon's head at the end of the boat, but we couldn't hear it. It could have been words of encouragement. I like to think so, it was just like Reepicheep to say something like that.

That night (it could have been night, but with the rain we didn't know) we all sat in the cabin; Caspian, Drinian, Edmund, and me.

"So we're stuck here," Drinian said placing a piece that represented us on the map, "at half-rations, with food and water for two more weeks, maximum." The boat rocked and Drinian grabbed a board on the ceiling for support. "This is your last chance to turn back, Your Majesties. There's no guarantee we'll spot the Blue Star anytime soon. Not in this storm. Needle in a haystack, trying to find this Ramandu place. We could sail right past it and off the edge of the world"

"Or get eaten by a sea serpent," Edmund said, arm around my waist to keep us steady as, in his other hand, he held part of the wall.

Drinian continued, "I'm just saying the men are getting nervous. These are strange seas we're sailing, the likes of which I've never seen before."

Caspian rose, saying, "Then perhaps, Captain, you would like to be the one to explain to Mr. Rhince that we're abandoning the search for his family." He rested his hands on the table.

"I'll get back to it," Drinian said and grabbed his coat. "Just a word of warning. The sea can play nasty tricks on the crew's mind. Very nasty."

That night I slept in the same bed with Lucy and Gael. The ship rocking back and forth, it was hard to fall asleep. But I eventually did. However, I found even in my dreams I was unable to escape the fear that haunted us all.

"Willow…Willow; it's time to go back in."

"Go back, go back where?" I asked Edmund.

Edmund smiled, "Inside of course." He led me into a house where Lucy, Susan, and Peter sat drinking tea in the evening sunlight. "Everyone. Willow and I have an exciting announcement to make."

He raised my left hand in his own to be seen. "Willow and I are getting married."

Peter, Susan, and Lucy smiled and clapped their hands.

"This is wonderful," Susan said and embraced me.

"Congratulations, Ed," Peter said, shaking Edmund's hand.

Lucy gave me a hug, "Congratulations."

Susan smiled, "Have you told your family yet?"

I froze. Mom. Dad. Greg.

Edmund took a shuddering breath, "Willow's parents died in an air raid." I turned to him.

"No they didn't," I said, "Ed. They're back in the 21st century."

"Willow, what are you talking about?" Peter said.

"My parents, me…I'm from the 21st century. They couldn't have died in an air raid. We don't even live in England!"

Edmund grabbed my arms as I began to become hysterical. "Will…Willow…they died while we were at the Professor's house. Gregory has joined the army. Willow…Willow?"

I broke away from him. This wasn't right.

"No!" I shouted. "My parents aren't dead! They aren't even been born yet! Edmund, you remember. We met in Narnia I-."

"Willow," Susan said quietly, "we met on the train to the Professor's house…you remember that?"

I let out a scream. Everything was wrong. What was happening? "No! I'm American! My name is Willow Janice Ryder Pevensie and I was born 1998! This isn't right! This isn't right!"

Letting out a scream I felt my body jolt as someone tried to steady me and wake me. "Willow! Willow!"

My eyes snapped open and there was Lucy, she was trying to wake me up.

Poor Gael was standing next to the bed, watching me in my previous nightmare state.

"What happened?"

"You were having a nightmare," Lucy said.

My forehead was covered in sweat and my throat felt raw from screaming. "Must have…" Instinctively my thumb fiddled with my ring around my ring finger. "I need to see Edmund." With that I got up and ran bellow deck, Lucy on my heels.

"Edmund…"

Edmund snapped up, his sword out and pointing at the space above Caspian. He turned and saw me. I was wearing an oversized shirt and leggings. He looked me up and down, "Willow…" however his gaze fell on Lucy and knew that this wasn't a social call. "Lucy…"

A clap of thunder sounded around us and Caspian woke up.

"I can't sleep," I confessed.

"Me too," said Lucy.

"Let me guess," he turned to Caspian, "bad dreams?" He took my hand. "So either we're all going mad or something is playing with our minds."

He leaned back against his hammock, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand.