Romeo || Edmund Pevensie

Dead Against It

Ramandu's Island was their next stop upon the long voyage to find the seven lords in King Caspian's mind. They were told that all seven swords must be lain at Aslan's table, and to guide them, would be a blue star. Troubles would face them, as they had long suspected, but they would not be bested by idle nightmares.

Strength was something that they had never struggled with, and brains was not an issue either. It was the primitive method of their sailing which did not lead them to the Island. The blue star was nowhere in sight, and to that, there was far too much at stake to ever find it. All that they needed was to see it. Then they would know where they were supposed to be, and that was enough for them to continue.

However, it seemed that Narnia itself had other ideas, and would not let them move forwards. They were at sea for two weeks with no sightings, and a terrible storm had overcome them. Everything in sight was dark grey, black, and a ghastly blue. The whole world was among the ranks of things wishing to stop their mission, but the Dawn Treader did not falter.

The heaviest storms hit, and the decks were swimming beneath inches of water which had fallen over the deck. Buckets rectified the issue but still the waves came, and because they did, the buckets never ceased.

Where the naval men kept working at all hours of the day, the higher men were able to sleep through such storms. If it were possible, then it would have happened. However, it was all to much to let the mind rest in any circumstance.

It seemed odd that they saw no land at all in the two weeks that they had been at sea. All that they longed for was somewhere that they could rest. There were many things that they needed to stick up on, food being the most important.

The entire experience was not one that Aramis had thought about when he set foot upon this boat. If the turmoil had become apparent sooner then maybe he would not have come. All of the movement made him sick. The nausea never transpired, and Aramis was confined below deck in attempt to stop it from worsening.

     He thought he was going to die. His insides churned like butter. It was impossible to believe that they would ever be able to come through something like this.

     Edmund could see the distain in him, so promised that he wouldn't leave Aramis' side through it all. There was little he could do to dampen the physical symptoms, but holding him when he was upset, and holding back his hair was enough to make him happy. It seemed that there was no limit to what love could cure.

     After approaching the two week mark and passing it with ease, Edmund, Drinian and Caspian had a short meeting in the navigation room. Whilst Aramis did not know exactly what happened in that room, he did know that Edmund came back with the bleakest expression he'd ever seen. There were two more weeks of rations left, and then that was it. There was also a mention of how his jokes were not appreciated enough by their Captain.

     "I think you're funny." Aramis smiled to him, curled in upon himself as the King stood, pacing. His face was pale, and sickly.

  "Thank you." Edmund replied, a slight laugh in his voice. "But you barely understand humour."

  "I understand it enough to know that you're funny." The spirit replied with a joyous grin. "And that anyone who doesn't is a fool."

  The freckled King sat by him, and took his hand with a sigh. "I love you." Edmund said, and looked upon Aramis with the softest expression he had ever bestowed. "I really do love you."