The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Page #2

Do you think you could

actually sail there?

Well, there is only one way

of finding that out.

I can only hope I will one day

earn the right to see it.

Your Majesty.

Come on.

You've grown stronger, my friend.

Seems I have.

All right, back to work.

- Your Highness.

- Thank you.

Edmund...

do you think if we keep sailing...

to the end of the world...

we'll just... tip off the edge?

Don't worry, Lu,

we're a long way from there.

I see you're still talking nonsense,

the two of you.

Are you feeling better?

Yes, no thanks to you.

It's lucky I have an iron constitution.

As effervescent as ever, I see.

Find your sea legs?

Never lost them.

Simply dealing with the shock of things.

Mother says I have an acute disposition,

due to my intelligence.

I don't think he has

a cute anything.

I'll have you all know,

as soon as we find civilization...

I'm contacting the British Consul.

Have you all arrested for kidnapping.

Kidnapping, is it?

That's funny.

I thought we saved your life.

You held me against my will!

In, what I must say,

are the most unhygienic quarters.

It's like a zoo down there!

He's quite the complainer, isn't he?

He's just warming up.

Land ho!

The Lone Islands.

The port of Narrowhaven.

Strange, not a Narnian flag in sight.

But the Lone Islands

have always been Narnia's.

Seems suspicious.

I say we prepare a landing party.

Drinian?

Forgive me, your Majesty...

but the chain of command starts

with King Caspian on this ship.

Right.

We'll use longboats.

Drinian, pick some men

and come ashore.

- Aye.

- Tavros.

Man the longboats, furl the sail

and prepare to drop anchor.

Onward!

The thrill of the unknown lies ahead.

Couldn't this have waited

till the morning?

There is no honor in turning away

from adventure, lad.

Listen.

Where is everyone?

Come on, jelly legs.

I'm capable of doing it myself. Oof!

And you're certain

he's related by blood?

Reepicheep, stay here with Drinian's men

and secure the place.

We'll head on.

If we don't come back by dawn,

send a party.

Yes, your Majesty.

Yeah, looks like nobody is in.

Do you think we should head back?

Do you want to come here and guard...

something?

Ah, yes.

Good idea, cousin.

Very, uh... logical.

I've got it. I've got it. Don't worry.

Uh, I'm ready to go when you are.

Who are all these people?

Why have they been crossed out?

It looks like some kind of fee.

Slave traders.

Look out!

Unless you want to hear this one

squeal like a girl again...

I'd say you should...

drop your weapons.

- Like a girl?

- Now!

Put it down.

Eustace.

Put them in irons.

Come on. Come here, you.

Get your hands off me!

Let's take these two to market.

Send those two to the dungeons.

Listen to me, you insolent fool!

I am your king!

You're gonna pay for that.

Actually...

someone else is going to pay...

for all of you.

- No! Edmund! Edmund!

- Lucy!

No! Edmund!

You all right?

Yeah.

It's hopeless.

You'll never get out.

Who's there?

Nobody. Just a voice...

in my head.

Lord Bern?

Perhaps once, but I'm no longer

deserving of that title.

Is he one of the seven?

Your face...

You remind me of a king

I once loved well.

That man was my father.

Oh, my lord.

- Please forgive me.

- No, please.

Please.

No!

No!

Helaine!

- Mummy!

- No!

Helaine!

- Mummy!

- Please!

Mummy!

Get back!

- Mummy!

- Stay with Daddy!

Don't worry! I'll find you!

Mummy!

No!

Where are they taking them?

Keep watching.

What happened?

It's a sacrifice.

Where did they go?

No one knows.

The mist was first seen

in the east.

Reports of fishermen and sailors

disappearing out at sea.

We lords made a pact...

to find the source of the mist

to destroy it.

They each set sail...

but none came back.

You see, if they don't sell you

to the slave traders...

you're likely to be fed to the mist.

We have to find Lucy...

before it's too late.

- I bid 60.

- I bid 80.

100 for the little lady.

Any more bids?

Sold!

Ah!

Come on, move.

Move!

And now...

for this...

fine specimen...

who'll kick off the bidding?

Come on now...

he may not look like much

but he's strong.

Yeah, he's strong, all right.

Smells like the rear end of a Minotaur!

That is an outrageous lie!

I won the school hygiene award

two years running.

Come on, someone make a bid!

I'll take them off your hands.

I'll take them all off your hands!

For Narnia!

Narnia!

Guards! Guards! Move yourselves!

Thanks, Reep. I knew you'd come.

Your Highness.

Ha!

Get the keys!

Keys!

Oh, you're a boat in a magical land.

Can't you row yourself?

Oh, God. I hope that wasn't

the British Consul.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty!

Hold it!

My wife was taken

just this morning.

It's all right, Drinian.

I beg you, take me with you.

Gael!

- I want to come.

- No, Gael, stay with your aunt.

I'm a fine sailor.

Been on the seas my whole life.

Of course, you must.

- Thank you.

- But, Daddy!

Have I ever

not come back?

Now be good.

My king.

My king.

This was given to me by your father.

I hid it safely in a cave all these years.

That's an old

Narnian sword.

It's from your Golden Age.

There are seven such swords,

gifts from Aslan to protect Narnia.

Your father

entrusted them to us.

Here, take it.

And may it protect you.

Thank you, my lord.

And we shall find your lost citizens.

Edmund.

Dear diary, there has been

an extraordinary turn of events.

I've been abducted by my cousins...

and set adrift in uncharted waters

in some ridiculous-looking boat.

What's worse is I share quarters

with an obnoxious mouse thing.

And I thought bunking with

my cousin was bad enough.

So far, every person I've met

in this strange place...

suffers from the most florid delusions.

Chasing green mists

and looking for lost lords.

I can only assume that this is...

the result of poor diet.

Or theyre all just barking mad.

Cousin Edmund is no exception.

He spends every spare second

rubbing that tin sword of his...

like it's some magic lantern.

Poor fool clearly needs a hobby.

It's going to be magnificent.

Do they come in a smaller size?

Peeving marmot!

He's even more deluded than my cousin.

In England, we have mouse traps

for that sort of thing.

Speaking of food, you don't know

where I could get any, do you?

Uh, why are you talking to that bird?

I just naturally assumed you can...

He's talking to birds!

He's mad as a loon,

that one.

Yeah!

Shoo! Go on, get off!

Are you aware...

that stealing rations

is a capital offense at sea?

Up here.

Oh, you.

Men have been keelhauled for less.

For what?

For treason...

and sneakiness

and general nuisancery.

Look, just hand over the orange

and we'll let the matter pass.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Allow me to cla...

Look, I've had quite enough of you.

Unhand the tail.

The great Aslan himself

gave me this tail.

Repeat, no one touches the tail.

Period.

Exclamation mark.

Sorry.

Now, I will have the orange...

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