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The sun rose higher in the sky, but I was still in the shade, beside Lucy, Eustace and some other Narnians who had been captured by the slave traders, all of the shackled to the wall. We had been there all night, and barely got any sleep during that time.

"Lu, do you think Edmund is alright?" I asked her.

Lucy looked at me with a wistful smile on her face.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," she replied. "You know Ed; he'll find a way out of this."

Just then, a horse drawn cart drove past us, with the people inside it crying out for their relatives.

"Helene!"

"Mummy!"

At the last two shouts, a man appeared from a corner and began sprinting after the cart, with a little girl following him a little way back.

"Rhince!" the woman at the back of the cart shouted, looking at the man running to her.

He reached the cart and grabbed her hand, when one of the slave traders tried to pull him off.

"Mummy!" the little girl was closer now, and I could see she had long brown hair and wore a pink dress.

"No!" the woman in the cart, called Helene, cried when two more slave traders came upon the man, evidently called Rhince, and punched him so he fell over.

"Mummy!"

"Stay with daddy!"

"Don't worry," Rhince yelled from the dusty floor. "I'll find you!"

"Mummy!" the little girl reached her Father, who was lying on the ground, a few metres in front of us.

Helene saw that there was no hope, so she sat back in the cart but never stopped looking at her husband or daughter.

I looked at Lucy, who buried her head on her knees; she didn't want to see what happened to Helene.

"What's happening?" Eustace asked us.

"I don't know," I replied, watching the cart of people.

"Look," Lucy gasped. "They're being loaded onto a boat."

I watched with wide eyes as the boat were sent out to see, where, as it drew further away from the docks, the clouds darkened and a green mist formed above the waters. The mist surrounded the boat, as the people in them began to scream. Suddenly, the screams stopped and, as the mist vanished, so did the people and the boat they were in. all that was left was the empty ocean as the mist and dark clouds shrank back before vanishing completely.

"And who will buy this lovely lass?"

I stood on a stone chunk, worn from the many people stood on it before me, with shackles around my wrists and a large crowd of richly dressed men.

"She'd make a good bed warmer," one man said, causing all the others to laugh.

I glared at him, before the slave trader began talking prices.

"So then, who will start me at 100?"

"150."

"200."

"300."

"350."

There was silence after the last bid, and I knew the price I was to be sold for.

"Sold for 350."

I let out a small yell as a man shoved a 'sold' sign over my head and lifted me off to the side.

Lucy was the next one on the podium, and she looked scared, yet brave at the same time.

"I bid 60."

"I bid 80."

"100 for the little Lady!"

"120."

"150!"

"Any more bids?"

When there was no reply, except for some of the men grumbling about the price, Lucy had the 'sold' sign put over her head as well.

"Sold!"

Lucy was also lifted off the podium and pushed to stand next to me. I grabbed her hand for comfort and out of worry.

"And now, for this...fine...specimen," the slave trader dragged Eustace onto the podium, and he looked petrified. "Who'll kick off the bidding?"

No one in the crowd seemed to want to buy Eustace, so the slave trader began speaking.

"Come on now, he may not look like much, but, err, he's strong."

"Yeah, he's strong alright," one of the men in the crowd started. "Smells like the rear end of a Minotaur."

Eustace was outraged at the laughter of all the men.

"That is an outrageous lie!" he yelled. "I won the school hygiene award two years running."

"Come on," the slave trader was getting annoyed now. "Someone make a bid!"

"I'll take them off your hands," a very familiar voice said.

I looked into the crowd and saw the man wearing the blue cloak threw his hood off the reveal Drinian with Reepicheep on his shoulder.

"I'll take them all of your hands! For Narnia!" Reepicheep yelled as other Narnians threw off their cloaks to reveal their identities.

They began fighting the slave traders, and the men who bought the slaves. I pulled the sign from around my neck and used it to hit several slave traders.

"Alena!"

I turned around at Lucy's shout and caught the keys she threw at me.

"Thanks," I replied, before hurriedly unlocking the shackles from around my wrists.

As they slid off, I saw my sword was just behind a stone chair. I grabbed it and spun around, striking the closest slave trader. I soon saw that the people who lived in fear of the slave traders were joining in and helping the Narnians overcome the slave traders, using household objects.

Quickly, due to the extra help of the locals, the fight ended and the Narnians were victorious.

"Alena, there you are."

"Lucy."

I hugged the auburn-haired girl tightly, glad that she was safe. I looked over her shoulder and saw another Pevensie standing a few feet away, watching us.

"Edmund!" I ran into his arms, allowing him to pull me off my feet slightly.

He bent his head to kiss me, but Caspian stopped us before we could reach each other's lips.

"Come on, you can kiss later," he said with a grin, as Edmund glared at him.

We walked through the streets of Narrowhaven, back to the long boats, with the crowds of locals cheering us on. I walked beside Caspian, at the front of the Narnians, holding Edmund's hand tightly in my own.

"Your majesty. Your majesty!" a man broke through the crowd and tried to run to Caspian.

"Hold it," Drinian ordered, grabbing the man before he could reach Caspian.

Edmund pushed me behind him slightly and he and Caspian put their hands on their swords.

"My wife was taken just this morning."

"Daddy!" the little girl from earlier ran up to Rhince, followed by an older woman who was trying to catch the girl.

"It's alright Drinian," I stepped forwards. "We should let him speak."

"Thank you, my Lady," the man nodded his head to me, before turning back to Caspian. "I beg you, take me with you."

"Daddy," his daughter ran forwards and hugged him. "I want to come."

"No Gael, stay with your Aunt. I'm a fine sailor," the man said, walking in line with us as Gael dropped back slightly. "Been on the seas my whole life."

"Of course," Caspian nodded, patting the man on the back. "You must."

"Daddy!"

"Have I ever not come back?" Rhince asked his daughter, hugging her tightly when she shook her head. "Now be good."

I looked forwards, unable to look at Gael's expression as her Father walked away from her. Edmund wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him, as he passed into an arch. As we walked down the stone ramp to the docks, an old man called out to Caspian.

He was scraggly and covered in dirt, but held a regal posture and carried a sword, encrusted in coral.

"My King, my King! This sword was given to me by your Father. I've hidden it in a cave all these years," he said as we stood in front of him.

"That's an old Narnian sword," Edmund said, curiously.

"Who's that?" I whispered to him.

"Lord Bern, one of the Seven Lords."

"It's from your Golden Age," he told us all. "There are seven of these swords, a gift from Aslan to protect Narnia. Your Father entrusted them to us. Here, take it."

Caspian took the sword from the old Lord, with the citizens of Narrowhaven watching us from the ramp.

"And may it protect you," Lord Bern smiled at Caspian.

The crowd cheered as Caspian held it up slightly, looking at it in the light.

"Thank you, my Lord. And we shall find your lost citizens."

We began walking to the long boats again, when Caspian stopped.

"Edmund."

As Edmund stopped, Caspian handed him the sword, which, upon closer inspection, was covered in dirt as well. Edmund held it up and looked at it, imagining what it was like without all the dirt.

"Look who finally got a sword," I grinned at him, before we all filed back onto the long boats.

Eustace had disappeared from the fight, but had been found waiting at the boats for us, which was rather suspicious, if you ask me.

We left the port of Narrowhaven and returned to the Dawn Treader, ready to leave the Lone Islands.

"Oh, Ed," I called as we stood on the deck.

He turned to face me, before I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him.

"From earlier," I grinned as we parted.

The next day, the sea was relatively calm and the sky was a muted blue as we carried on sailing the Eastern Ocean.

Caspian was talking to Drinian by the helm, both of them examining Caspian's map and pointing out which direction land could be in.

Lucy was sat on a small crate, beside the doors to the cabins, sewing her leather jacket, which had ripped whilst fighting on the Lone Islands. Every so often, she looked up and around the deck, at the different activities Narnians were doing, before going back to sewing.

Edmund was sat on a barrel by the railing of the Dawn Treader, using a knife to scrape the coral and dirt off his new sword.

I was sat next to him, writing a letter to Peter and Susan, back in Narnia, telling them of our journey so far.

Eustace, the nuisance, was sat on the other side of the deck, scribbling down in his diary and glaring at Narnians who walked too close to him.

Edmund flicked another bit of coral off the sword; immediately, he put the knife down and held up the sword to the light. Reepicheep scuttled over and sat on the crate between Edmund and me.

"It's going to be magnificent," he said; I looked up at him and grinned at his optimistic attitude. "Do they come in a smaller size?"

I smiled at the noble mouse, before looking back down at the parchment laid across my lap and finishing the letter, scribbling my name at the bottom. I placed the quill on the crate next to me, beside the inkpot, and rolled up the letter. I tied it with a red ribbon and turned to the Golden Eagle, who was perched on the railings.

"There you go," I murmured as I tied the letter to its leg. "You know who to deliver this to."

The Golden Eagle nodded its head, before taking off and soaring through the air, in the direction of Narnia.

I looked at Edmund, who had gone back to scrubbing the sword; Reepicheep had wandered off, probably climbed up the rigging and to the crow's nest.

"How long do you think it'll take you to finish the sword?" I asked him, moving the inkpot and quill out of the way so I could slide onto the crate, closer to him.

"I'm not sure, but I hope it'll be finished by tomorrow at the latest," he replied, sending me a smile.

"Do you think Peter and Susan are okay?" I changed the subject, fiddling with the sleeve of my shirt.

Edmund looked up at my question, stopping in his work on the sword.

"Yeah, why wouldn't they be?"

"I'm not sure, it's just, Susan and Caspian broke up recently, so I wonder how Susan's faring."

"Or, you want to know about Peter and his possible love conquests?"

I stared at Edmund, my eyes bugging out of my head.

"Conquests?"

"Didn't you know?"

"Well obviously, I didn't and don't, since I have no idea what you're on about!"

"Peter's a bit of a ladies' man, if you understand," Edmund whispered in my ear.

"What?"

My shriek attracted a lot of attention from the deck; I felt my cheeks burn as I looked down in embarrassment.

"Trying to run away?" Reepicheep's yell caused me to look up, just in time to see Eustace stumbling about on deck with a knife, and Reepicheep facing him on the railings. "We're on a boat, you know.

Reepicheep grabbed onto a rope and swung around so he landed on a barrel, standing in front of Eustace with his sword out.

"Can't we just talk this through?" Eustace protested.

"That was for stealing," Reepicheep slashed the bottom of Eustace's shirt. "That was for lying," he stabbed his sword and pulled out an orange. "And that, was for good measure." He smacked Eustace across his face with the orange.

Eustace looked furious, so he swiped at Reepicheep with the knife.

"At last," Reepicheep jumped over Eustace and landed on the other side of the deck. "We have ourselves a duel. Catch." He threw the orange off the tip of his sword at Drinian, who caught it wordlessly, as the crew began to watch.

"Now, come on, take your best shot."

Eustace lunged, but Reepicheep ducked, saying 'is that it?' and rolled to the side as Eustace swiped again. Eustace began swinging blindly, meaning it was easier for Reepicheep to roll out of the way and dodge the knife.

"Stop flapping your wings like a drunken pelican! Poise!" Reepicheep ordered Eustace, as the crew cheered. "Keep your blade up," he said when Eustace didn't respond. "Up, up! That's it, now-"

Eustace lunged, throwing himself forwards so he hit the railing. He dived for Reepicheep, who jumped up onto the rigging, and got his knife stuck in the wood. Reepicheep swung along a rope and landed on a barrel.

"Yoo-hoo, over here. Now, lunge with your foot."

When Eustace lunged forwards, Reepicheep obviously was unhappy, since he jumped off the barrel.

"Not your left, your right," he accompanied both by stabbing Eustace in his legs. "Now, come on. Be nimble, be nimble," he stood on the railings by the rigging now. "It's a dance boy, a dance, and come on!"

Eustace began lunging at Reepicheep effectively, and Reepicheep was getting slightly happier.

"That's right, yes, that's right, and again, and – oh no!" with a cry, Reepicheep fell off the railings.

Eustace darted forwards and leaned over the edge, looking for the mouse. I was about to smack Eustace for doing that to Reepicheep, but Edmund held my hand and shook his head.

"Watch," he murmured.

Reepicheep appeared in the rigging and snuck up behind Eustace. He used his tail, tapping it twice on Eustace's right shoulder, to make him turn to face the deck.

"And that," Reepicheep swung down and kicked Eustace onto the floor. "Is that."

The crew cheered and laughed as Eustace made a wicker basket fall over, but I stood up when I heard a scream.

Lucy obviously heard it too, since she walked up the basket, now lying on its side.

"Look," she said, when a small hand poked out from underneath the canvas topping.

The deck went silent as the little girl in the pink dress crawled out from the wicker basket.

"Gael?" Rhince peered round some of the sailors as we gathered around.

Edmund stood beside me, holding my hand in his; he sword temporarily forgotten.

"What are you doing here?" Gael looked up at her Father as she stood up, looking nervous.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, looking worriedly at her Father.

"Here," Rhince strode forwards and hugged his daughter tightly.

Drinian walked forwards until he was standing before Gael, looking at her with a deep gaze.

"Looks like we have an extra crew member," he said, causing Rhince to grin at the Captain.

He handed Gael the orange, who took it with a tentative smile, before walking back to the helm.

"Welcome aboard," Lucy smiled, walking to Gael.

"Your majesty," Gael bobbed in a low curtsey.

"Call me Lucy, come on."

Lucy wrapper her arm around Gael's shoulders and took her to the cabin doors.

"Come on, look lively, back to work," Tavros ordered; the crew began moving about again.

I walked to the side of the ship and looked at the ocean, watching the waves roll past. Edmund walked up to me and pulled me into his side, kissing my temple gently before tucking my head under his chin.

"Gael's cute," I said, starting a conversation.

Edmund pulled away and looked into my eyes deeply. When he saw what he was looking for, he shook his head slightly.

"Don't even think about it."

I giggled and hugged him, burying my head into his chest as we faced the sea once more.

Sorry for the longer wait this time, but I have a maths exam on Tuesday and a drama exam on Thursday, so I've been stuck doing revision and rehearsals.

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Alexandra.