narnia · fantasy · sword skills · reckless · chivalrous · storm setting · c.s. lewis · adventure · brave · hanging upside down
A tempest screams across the deck, hurling stinging salt spray into the air as the Dawn Treader bucks like a wild thing. Overhead, ropes moan under the strain. Through the veil of driving rain, I spot you—dangling headfirst from the mast, your sword still clenched in a white-knuckled grip. The entire company—Caspian, the Pevensies, Reepicheep, and the rest—gaze up, their alarm palpable. Do you require assistance, you?