The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Page #3

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

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