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(Lucy) The sea! Smell the sea!

(Eustace) Stop it! Whatever silly game you're playing, stop it!

(Lucy) It's dragging us in! It's dragging us in!

(Eustace) Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! We're going to drown!

(Splash)

- Help! - Help!

- (Edmund) Kick your shoes off, Lucy! - We're sinking! Help!

Help!

- Caspian! - The ship! Get aboard, quickly!

Help!

Lucy! Edmund! How wonderful to have you back in Narnia!

- You're so grown-up. - You look just the same.

Take me home! I don't like it here!

- I'm afraid there's no going back. Rynelf? - Yes, Your Majesty?

Bring spiced wine for Queen Lucy and King Edmund.

Queen? King? King of what?

Of Narnia, sire.

- Hurry. They are wet through and cold. - Of course, sire.

Well, I don't want spiced wine. We need Plumtree's Vitaminized Nerve Tonic.

But only if it's made with distilled water. I never drink plain water from the tap.

- Sire? - Spiced wine.

I won't stay here. I demand that you put me off at the next stop.

- Eurgh! What's that? - Reepicheep!

Take it away! I can't stand performing animals.

Am I to understand that this singularly discourteous person

is under Your Majesty's protection?

- (Sneezes) - Quickly to your cabins before you catch cold.

Lead the way, Reepicheep.

For the sake of the lady, even a question of honor must give way.

At least for the moment.

You may have this cabin of mine, Lucy, but I'm afraid we've no women's clothes on board.

- You'll have to make do with these. - It's not fair.

I feel ill. She gets the best cabin.

As befits a queen of Narnia.

- The motion of the ship won't worry you? - I love it.

We did a good deal of voyaging in our days in Narnia.

When we're all in dry clothes, I shall tell you the reason for this voyage. Boys?

(Caspian) I am on a great mission.

On my coronation day I swore to Aslan that once peace was established in Narnia,

I would sail east for not less than a year and a day

to find my father's lost friends or to avenge their deaths.

(Edmund) Who were they, your father's friends?

After my father was murdered by the wicked King Miraz,

seven Lords of Narnia were banished,

for no other reason than that they'd been loyal to my father, their old king.

Seven missing lords. Where might they be?

Queen Lucy. King Edmund. This is the captain of our ship, Lord Drinian.

Ma'am. Your Majesty.

Sire.

The seven lords are either somewhere in the outlying islands

or farther away in the unknown eastern seas.

How long have you been at sea for so far?

Nearly 30 days, sire.

Fair wind from Cair Paravel to the island of Galma and then on to Terebinthia,

where we repelled an attack by pirates.

Ha-ha! We should have given chase, boarded her and hanged every mother's son of them!

(Chuckles)

We have sailed more than 400 leagues from Narnia.

And soon we'll be approaching the Lone Islands.

And after the Lone Islands?

Nobody knows, ma'am. It's years since anyone from Narnia went into those waters.

It is after the Lone Islands that the real adventure begins.

But why are we here? Did you call us?

No, though I'm very glad you came.

Perhaps someone else thought that we'd be useful on this quest.

Aslan.

That is the other thought in my mind.

Aslan has always appeared from the east.

Might we not on this voyage find him and greet him in his own land?

That is my high hope, sire.

Why not travel to the very edge of the eastern world into Aslan's own country?

That is a thought.

But do you think Aslan's country a sort of place that you can... well, just sail into?

I know not, madam, but there is this.

When I was in my cradle, a wood woman, a dryad, spoke this verse over me.

"Where sky and water meet, Where the waves grow sweet,

"Doubt not, Reepicheep, To find all you seek,

"There in the utter East."

I really must go to see Eustace. It's terrible to be seasick.

If only I had my magic flask with me, I could cure him.

What, waste that precious cordial on him? Good job it isn't here.

- But it is. Rynelf? - Majesty.

To the ship's medicine store. In the locked cupboard, there's a flask.

I know the one, sire.

Rhince!

What do you think you're doing?

That stuff is horrible!

Don't stand there gawping. Take me to the British Consul.

- To the what? - Ignore him. There isn't one.

You're worlds beyond British jurisdiction.

How uncivilized!

And why should I have to share this poky little cavern with you and you?

It's not fair.

(Drinian) She's called the Dawn Treader. A beauty, she is.

A lady, as sailors say,

her lines perfect, her colors pure, every spar, rope and pin lovingly made.

A ship without an engine these days, I ask you!

And no wireless either, I suppose?

(Caspian) No wireless?

Here is the ship's mate.

Rhince, a good fellow who'll get our ship wherever we wish to go.

- Aye, Captain, that I will. - You talk as though it's the Queen Mary.

I have been on motorboats and ferries that were bigger than this.

It's a danger to all our lives, putting us in a thimble like this.

You worm. Pipe down.

If the young master knows so much about sea-going ships,

perhaps he'd like a view from the ship's top.

(Chuckles)

Thank you very much, I've more sense than that.

(Laughter)

Reepicheep, however do you manage without falling over?

It is all in the tail, madam. You may remember how important it always was to me.

Oh, Lucy, this is magnificent.

Must have a lookout, shipmates.

- Aaah! - Eustace, stop it at once!

- Jackanapes! I'll kill you for this! Aah! - Here, put that sword away! It's not safe!

I'll tell Caspian! I'll have you muzzled and tied up!

- Eustace, let go! - Aaah! Aaah!

Why don't you draw your sword, poltroon?

Draw your sword and fight, or I'll beat you black and blue!

Don't be silly. I haven't got a sword.

You mean you don't intend to give me satisfaction?

- Look, if you can't take a joke... - A joke?

- Eustace! - I'll give him joke.

Raaa!

Yaaah!

Oof!

Give him answer. The mouse has challenged you to a duel.

I... I can't fight a silly duel!

Silly? Who is this creature?

- But, Eustace, I can lend you a sword. - I don't want to be lent a sword.

It is not a proper match, sire.

Master Eustace must be handicapped. He's much bigger than his opponent.

Look here. If you think for one moment that I am going to fight with that thing...

Then...

en garde, boy!

Land ho! Land ho!

Ah!

(Caspian) The first of the Lone Islands!

(Lucy) Oh, it's so long since we saw them last!

- (Birdsong) - (Men laughing)

Hello, what's this?

(Laughter)

- Don't tell them who we are. - Why not, Majesty?

It's a long time since anyone from Narnia came to these islands.

It's just possible they may not acknowledge that we still rule them.

In which case, it would not be safe for you to be known as King.

- We have our swords. - You and I have.

If it's a case of reconquering these islands,

I'd prefer to come back, thank you, with a larger army.

- Good morning to you all. - Good morning to you.

Is there still a governor of the Lone Islands?

Oh, to be sure there is. Governor Gumpas.

His Sufficiency lives in the town of Narrowhaven on the island of Doorn.

But you'll stay and drink with us.

- (Whispers) No. - We're just out for a morning stroll.

- Now, then, give them some ale, mates. - Come, drink up.

- (Laughs) Here you are, then. - Thank you.

- And here's to 'em! (Laughs) - (Screaming and yelling)

Here, careful! Don't damage that beast, Tacks.

He'll fetch the best price of the lot, I shouldn't wonder.

Coward! Poltroon! Give me my sword, if you dare!

Well, I never. It speaks.

Well! Blowed if I take less than 200 crescents for him!

Oh, so that's what you are? Kidnappers and slavers?

Ooh, now, now.

The easier you take it, the pleasanter all round, see?

I don't do this for fun. Got my living to make, same as anyone else.

(Laughs)

- Where are you taking us? - Over to Narrowhaven.

It's market day there tomorrow.

- Is there a British Consul there? - Is there a which?

Not a witch. A witch is a woman.

The British Consul, usually one may say, is always a man,

- and I wish to see him immediately. - Shut up!

The mouse is a fair treat, but this one'd talk the hind leg off a donkey.

- Why, you wicked, weak-livered weasel! - (Laughter)

- Put me down! You cross-eyed, fat-headed... - In't he marvelous?

It's as good as a play! You can't help thinking he understands what he's saying!

- You puffed-up tinpot! - Oh!

Was it one of you who trained it? Very good, I must say. A fine job. Ha-ha-ha!

- Get off! - Go on!

- Keep still. - Get off.

- Come on. - Leave me alone.

Well, Pug. More of your usual wares?

Now, your Lordship, don't start.

You know all's done with the authority of Governor Gumpas.

They're so young. If only I had the means.

I must be off, if it please your Lordship.

How much do you want for that young man?

Ah, I knew your Lordship would pick on the best.

No deceiving your Lordship with anything second-rate.

But that boy, now, well, I've got kind of fond of him myself.

Course, I'm that tender-hearted, I didn't ever ought to have taken up this job.

- Still, to a gentleman like your Lordship... - Tell me your price, carrion.

Do you think I want to listen to some rigmarole about your filthy trade?

Special price for your Lordship. Only 300 crescents. Now, to anyone else...

I'll give you 150.

Please! Please don't separate us. You don't know who he...

Lucy!

One hundred and fifty, then.

As for you, little maiden, I'd like to buy you all.

Release the boy, Pug.

And listen to me. Look after these others well while they're in your care.

For if I hear anything to the contrary, it'll be the worse for you.

Now, whoever heard of a gentleman in my line of business

who takes better care of their stock than what I do?

I treat 'em as I do my own children.

That's likely enough to be true. This way, lad.

- It's all your fault! - Shut up!

Now you go free! It's not fair!

(Caspian) Cheer up, Lucy. We'll be together again soon, I promise.

I... I promise!

Now, don't you start taking on and spoiling your pretty looks

or no one'll buy you at the market tomorrow.

You be a good girl and there won't be nothing to cry about.

You needn't be afraid of me, boy. I'll not treat you badly.

I bought you because you reminded me of someone.

Who's that, my lord?

Why, you remind me of my master, King Caspian of Narnia.

(Peacocks calling)

- My lord, I am your master. - (Laughing)

- I am King Caspian. - (Laughing)

Come here, my little money-spinner!

(Chatter)

Get up there.

- Yeah, get down there! - Ah, you little...

Get down there.

Come on, get them in there!

You make very free. How shall I know this to be true?

First by my face.

Secondly, within six guesses, I know who you are.

I have come to search for the seven missing lords.

Bern, Octesian,

Restimar... I forget the others.

Finally, if your Lordship will give me a sword,

I shall prove in clean battle that I am the son of your old friend and master.

I too am Caspian, lawful King of Narnia,

Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands.

By heaven, it is his father's very voice and trick of speech.

My liege. Your Majesty.

I am Lord Bern.

The monies your Lordship paid for our person will be made good from the royal treasury.

Sire, I have moved His Sufficiency the Governor a hundred times

to crush this vile traffic in human flesh.

Yes, we must talk of the state of these islands.

But first, what is your Lordship's story?

Short enough, sire.

I came thus far with my six fellows, met and married a girl of these islands,

and decided I'd had enough of the sea.

I could not return to Narnia while Your Majesty's uncle Miraz held the throne.

So I've lived here, happily, I suppose, ever since.

And this Governor Gumpas. Does he still acknowledge the King of Narnia for his lord?

In word, yes. All is done in the King's name.

But he would not be happy to find a real live King of Narnia coming upon him.

- (Man groans) - (Eustace) It's all your fault.

It's been your fault from the beginning!

You would look at that picture in the bedroom,

and suck up to that rotten Caspian who struts around pretending to be a king!

- He is a king! - Be quiet, you don't understand anything.

- (Clang) - (Chuckling)

I shall present myself.

If Your Majesty were to come upon him alone and unarmed,

your life would be in great danger.

What following has Your Majesty in these waters?

There's my ship just rounding the point. We're about 20 swords if it came to a fight.

Let's have her in and fall upon Pug and free my friends.

Nay, not by my counsel.

At the first sign of a fight, there'd be plenty of local pirates to rescue Pug.

But I can't at a minute's notice get reinforcements from home.

What am I to do?

I believe Your Majesty must work by a show of more power than you really have,

and by the terror of the King's name, perhaps Gumpas can be overawed.

Let us go aboard, sire.

(Horn sounds)

Why not chase the slavers at once and free our friends?

Nay, Captain, run up the King's banner, hang out all the shields

and stand as many fighting men as you can on deck.

Ship's company! Run up the King's banner!

Prepare the ship! Full armor!

For battle!

(Low chatter)

You will stay here tonight.

Tomorrow I shall send a messenger to those good people of Narrowhaven

who are said to be still loyal to Your Majesty.

With luck, on our arrival, there will be enough of them to make such a show of welcome

that it will frighten Governor Gumpas out of his wits.

Captain, you will stay with the ship and guard the mouth to the harbor.

Aye.

If only I were with my friends.

Tomorrow, sire. Tomorrow.

(Chatter)

(Chuckling)

Good morning, my pretty ones.

Market day today.

(Chuckles)

- (Drumming) - (Chatter)

(Drumming continues)

Make way for His Majesty Caspian, King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel,

- and Emperor of the Lone Islands! - (Applause)

Those are Gumpas's men. Our first task is to get past them.

(Drumming continues)

(Cheering)

(Cheering and applause continue)

- (Drum roll) - (Trumpet fanfare)

Open for the King of Narnia,

on an official visit to his trusty servant Gumpas, Governor of the Lone Islands.

Can't see His Sufficiency!

No interviews without appointment

except between 9 and 10pm, second Saturday every month.

Uncover before your King, dog!

- Do it immediately or I'll do it for you! - Oh!

Now for the real test, the Governor's guards.

(Drumming)

(Chatter)

Now hear this.

King Caspian of Narnia will speak.

Captain,

it is our wish that our royal visitation should be an occasion of joy and not of terror,

otherwise I'd have something to say about the state of your men's armor

and their general unpreparedness.

As it is, you are pardoned.

Command a cask of wine be opened that the men may drink our royal health.

(Cockerel crows)

And now to the Governor's office.

But can we bluff the Governor himself?

Your Majesty, I do not think it would occur to Gumpas

that anyone would come to take these islands with only 50 men.

Courage.

His Excellency Caspian, King of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands.

No interviews without appointments,

except between 9 and 10pm on the second Saturday of every month!

Yaah!

Unhand me!

Aaah!

(Grunts)

My Lord Gumpas, we are come to inquire into Your Sufficiency's conduct of your office.

First, I find no record

that the tribute due from these islands to the crown of Narnia has been paid for 150 years.

That would be a question to raise at the next council meeting, which is not until next month.

If anyone then moves that a commission of inquiry be set up, next year...

Silence!

It is also clearly written in our laws

that if the tribute is not delivered, the whole debt must be paid by the Governor.

(Chuckling)

Above all, I wish to know why you have permitted this abominable traffic in slaves.

Absolutely necessary!

Free workmen demand wages!

- No profit for us in that! - Old snake!

It is contrary to the laws and practices of our dominions, and must stop.

I can take no responsibility for any such action.

Then you are relieved of your post.

- (Gumpas) But you can't! You can't! - My Lord Bern.

Do you hereby swear to govern the Lone Islands

in accordance with the old customs, laws and practices of Narnia?

I swear, Your Majesty.

I think we've had enough of governors.

I pronounce you Duke of the Lone Islands!

This is all very well, but the question is whether you gentlemen will stop play-acting...

The question is whether you and your followers will leave without a flogging or with one.

The choice is yours.

(Laughter)

Now to the slave market, and pray that we are on time.

- (Loud chatter) - What am I bid for this pretty young lady?

Very handy round the house, I'm sure, a perfect housemaid!

Ooh!

Oh, look at her! Ha-ha! What spirit!

Such good sport to be had in the taming of her. Now, what am I bid?

- Two hundred crescents! - Done, sir!

And now this fine young warrior! Strong and sturdy!

- You'll never get away with this. - Of good stock!

Why not the two together? Two strong boys!

- Only five crescents extra for this one! - (Man) Too small.

Can't get rid of this one. I tell you what, I'll throw him in for free!

- (Muttering) - No? All right.

This one only, then. What am I bid? What am I bid for this one?

- Please don't split us up! Please don't! - You do as you're told.

(Trumpet plays)

- Stop! - Caspian!

Make way! Make way for His Excellency Caspian, King of Narnia!

Pug! Hear me!

The slave trade is now forbidden in our dominions!

I declare every slave in this market free.

(Groaning, muttering)

Edmund.

Lucy!

- And Reepicheep? - Reepicheep is here, sire!

Aaah!

And where's, um... whatshisname?

(Snorts) Him? Take him, and welcome.

I've never seen such a drug on the market.

Threw him in free in the end, and still nobody'd take him.

Wouldn't have him 'cause of his miserable face.

Tacks! Bring out Sulky.

Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm-mm!

I see you've been strutting around enjoying yourself as usual,

while we've been prisoners!

I don't suppose you've even found whether or not this place has a British Consul!

- Do pipe down, Eustace! - Don't say thank you, will you?

No matter. Today is a day for rejoicing.

The Lone Islands are returned peacefully to Narnia. I declare a public holiday.

(Crowd) Hooray!

And now back to the Dawn Treader.

We sail onward, ever east.

(Wind howling, waves crashing)

We're shipping water!

All hands! All hands!

Caspian, what can I do?

Get below to your cabin, child! Get below!

Hold fast!

Get below! Get below!

Get a bucket, Eustace, and start bailing.

- I'm not risking my life! - Do as you're told!

Get to work, boy!

(Men yelling)

Majesty!

- You must go to safety below! - Nonsense!

- You must! - Hold fast, man!

(Thunderclap)