He was tumbling, the world around him also spinning. He didn't know which way was up, and his lungs were burning.
Suddenly his head broke the surface. Spluttering, Peter kept kicking, treading water, he surveyed the damage and debris surrounding him. Wood was floating around him, some of it on fire, some of it not. The royal guard was nowhere to be seen. Nor land. And even worse, neither was Edmund. "Edmund!" Peter cried, coughing on the salty water, looking around frantically as waves crested over his head. "Ed!", but there was nothing but debris and sea for miles.
That was when he realised, he was alone.