-Hello, my viewers! I do hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Eve and of course, a fabulous Christmas Day! I bet reading the newest chapter of this story will make your day even better, and remind you that we aren't alone during this meaningful time of year, having family and friends at your side no matter where or how. So, please enjoy, and have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year's Eve!- Traveler.
(No P.O.V.) -The same day that United Talons left Corona City; January 17th, 900. -
Meanwhile, somewhere off the border of Narnia, on the Azure Sea, sailed a small, sturdy ship, made of leak-proof, mold proof, and waterproof oak and birch, the dark golden sails up and unfurled, the name of the ship gleaming in silverish-black on the right and left sides of the bow, The Benbow Pirate.
Upon the shrouds, hands and legs tight, is the cabin boy/crewmember, Jim Hawkins, smiling brightly as he smelled the salt air, the wind blowing back his bangs, his eyes gazing upon the horizon, hearing sounds of seagulls, dolphins, and the distant noise of his other crewmembers working upon the ship.
"Jimbo!", called out the familiar voice of John Silver, his uncle, the brother of Jim's mom, Sarah Hawkins. Everybody calls him Silver. Jim turned around to glance at Silver, grinning slightly as he saw their family dog, Morph, walking by Silver.
Morph is about 2 years old, but acts like a puppy most of the time. He's half Dalmatian, and half Jack Russell Terrier, having white and medium brown tones in the fur, mostly on the upper part of his body, and he has a black nose, dark brown eyes. And for some reason, he refuses to wear any other color than tones of pink for his collar and tag, but it suits him good enough.
Silver has dark tan skin, thanks to being under the sun almost all the time when he's on break from cooking for King Mickey and Queen Minnie, dark green eyes, and dark brown hair, along with a beard. He's part cyborg, but not quite, as he only has a metallic magical eye and leg, sorta like Mad-Eye Moody of the Harry Potter Universe, not that he knows, but it's a comparison to describe Silver.
He didn't lose his arm unlike his counterpart in the movie, so he has two normal arms, and he's all human, so he's full of wiry muscle as well, through he has a beer gut, not obesity really, but just enough to tell that he loves food. He's dressed similarly like his counterpart, having a sleeved white shirt, brown belt, and red trousers, properly outfitted for the winter chill on the seas.
Jim grinned, "Yeah, Uncle Silver?". Silver replied, "Come on, we got to make lunch for the crew, pup!". Jim nods, "Okay, I'm coming!", climbing down from the shrouds to join his uncle and dog, catching the attention of two people up on the back of the ship, behind the wheel.
The first one is Captain Amelia Doppler, a woman of pale cream skin. She has sea green eyes, reddish-orange hair of medium length, and freckles across her petite nose. She is dressed in a sleeved blue shirt, brown belt, tan trousers, and black boots. Many say that she has the agility of a cat, and that she is incredibly adept at sailing the seas, clearly made for it.
Next to her is her husband, Delbert Doppler, a dark-skinned man of chocolate brown skin, clothed in a cream white sleeved shirt, dark red vest, light brown belt, dark brown pants, and black boots. He has warm brown eyes, dark brown hair in the form of a low ponytail, and a sharp nose. Many say that he has a eye for seafaring maps, and that he is loyal to his wife's dream of sailing the seas, learning the ropes, as to speak, but not quite proficient, yet he's catching up pretty good.
Amelia smiled softly, "Looks like young Jim is having fun.". Delbert chuckled warmly, "Could you blame him? He has been tugging at the bit for a day where he can be representing his family, his home, his king and queen. Ever since General Mulan saved him back in Pride Valley, and kept him out of the increasing skirmishes against Scar and his forces, Jim has been sick of staying at the inn even when he has been free to wander about town and the castle.".
Amelia sighed softly, "I hope King Mickey's right about this group. We need all the help we could get.". Delbert nodded, "Don't worry, Amelia, I am sure with Rapunzel's help, we can seek King Frederick's aid to find this said group, the United Talons. It will be fine as long as we can't -absolute-, -able-, -abandon hope.", giving a soft chaste kiss upon Amelia's forehead as he held her in his arm.
Amelia smiled warmly, "You're right, Delbert. Rapunzel once said that hope is like a dream, and we must keep sight of that dream.", glancing over to see Rapunzel sitting upon a upturned barrel, bandaging up a scrape of Chip's arm, standing next to her, with his brother, Dale watching over him.
Chip and Dale is half elf and half faun, being blue-skinned, with dark brown furred/hooved legs, having short sleeved shirts, with Chip having red, along with a red/dark red compass necklace, and Dale having black, along with a gray/black prism necklace.
Their eyes are light brown, curved horns being a pale tan, and their windswept hair being dark brown. They are grand-nephews of Phil, who is the mentor of Hercules, and cousins of Ian and Barley Lightfoot. Their blood is sort of a purplish-pink tone.
Rapunzel shook her head in slight amusement and annoyance, "You got to watch yourselves out on the crow's nest, boys. Birds sure likes to rest up there.". A squeak of agreement sounded out from Rapunzel's loyal companion, Pascal who's resting upon Rapunzel's shoulder.
Chip sheepishly grinned, "How was I supposed to know that he was sleeping in that corner when I was going to have a sit-down? Standing on those legs for hours is torture!".
Dale raised a eyebrow, "Even when we have more stamina than humans, brother?". Chip shrugged lightly, "I understand the importance of having a night's watch, but still!". Rapunzel laughed softly, "Even so, you got to be on alert, especially when we are to approach the borders of Atlantica within the next couple of days. I just hope King Triton is in a considerable mood, especially with relations with the mainland at this time.".
Chip and Dale nodded in agreement and admittedly, a bit of concern as well, remembering how Prince Eric had delivered the news that merpeople are real, and of course, had fallen in love with a mermaid princess, yet lost her tragically during battle against a sea witch of all things.
All the same, the crew has realized that they must get to Corona in quick time if they are to seek the group of United Talons' help in saving Narnia, and they will do it in the name of their king and queen.
That night, somewhere else, far up north, on the mainland, among the windswept mountains and snow-crusted trees, under the cover of shadows, the eerie sound of howls and snarls piercing the air, ran a swarm of monsters.
Dark furred, gold eyes that gleam and seem to stare through you into a soul, claws and fangs sharp as a thousand knives, indestructible as no weapon would kill them, through they can bleed from cuts and wounds, but it's rare to wound them for they're scarily fast like wolves on the hunt, and huge in height, tall as Pippa in her dragon from, and wide as a wagon.
And to make it worse, those monsters are hungry for blood, awaiting for intruders to come into their territory no matter if it's animals or humans, for it's ordered to do so, for these monsters are cursed to kill otherwise they couldn't live another day as their master had decreed it mote to be.
Little do those monsters know, their salvation shall come to save them all in the form of a dragon and her friends, because monsters or not, they are still beings, and they deserve to have freedom, mercy, and most of all, hope.