I'm back, quickly this time:)
I want to make sure that everyone realizes that this story takes place before Prince Caspian. Basically, not too long after Aslan leaves. That's important:)
Also, someone asked how old the Pevensies are, and that would be late teen area. Think end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe^
Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or the Pevensies. I swear.
"Peter!" Susan yelled again, hoping to see him resurface, but she had no such luck. The woman swam back, also hunting the water for a sign of the king. She didn't find him, but did see a piece of his tunic that had been ripped during the fight floating on the surface. She cut through the water like a knife, searching under the surface.
She located Peter, struggling to put himself upward. Taking one final gasp of air, she swam down to him as his motions became more panicked. When she reached him, he had ceased moving completely. She tried to drag him to the surface, but he body with all of the armor proved too difficult a load. She quickly stripped him of his outer layer and the chain mail, but kept his sword in one hand as the rest sunk into the darkness.
Susan watched as the two resurfaced. She was alarmed by Peter's unconscious figure, but swam over to help the woman carry him to the boat. Both ladies put one of his arms around their neck as they approached the rescuing ship.
A rope was thrown over the edge of the railing. "Go!" the woman yelled, handing Susan Peter's sword. She took it without objection, grabbing hold of the rope and being hoisted over the edge. As she tumbled onto the deck, she was caught off balance. She dropped Peter's sword as she fell forward. Susan put her hands out to catch herself, but instead of the wooden deck she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. The person quickly turned her around. "I'm sorry, Queen Susan," the man said, awkwardly bowing. She tried to respond, but was rendered speechless by the man's dark brown eyes.
He stared back at her, smiling for a second before someone called, "Jacob, come help us get these two up!" He didn't hesitate to join the other sailors pulling the rope. Susan's feet stayed planted as she watched Jacob work. He couldn't have been over seventeen, but still his strong, tan arms rippled underneath the leather tunic he wore. Even as the woman and her brother were yanked over the railing, Susan remained staring at the boy. It was only when she realized how still Peter's form still was did she snap back to reality.
Jacob bent down to examine his as Susan fell beside him. "He's breathing," Jacob informed Susan, to her relief.
He motioned for a few crewmembers' to help carry Peter, as the woman who had saved them advised, "Be careful. That's High King Peter you have in your hands."
As a group of men, including Jacob, took Peter away, a few other men loaded a cannon on deck and aimed it toward the pirate boat. With one vital blow, they took down the main mast, leaving the ship useless as they sailed away.
Next section may be up tonight?
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