CHAPTER TWO ON BOARD THE DAWN TREADER（第3/4頁）

Caspian now showed them over the ship，though indeed they had seen most of it already．They went up on the forecastle and saw the look-out man standing on a little shelf inside the gilded dragon’s neck and peering through its open mouth．Inside the forecastle was the galley(or ship’s kitchen)and quarters for such people as the boatswain，the carpenter，the cook and the master-archer．If you think it odd to have the galley in the bows and imagine the smoke from its chimney streaming back over the ship，that is because you are thinking of steamships where there is always a headwind．On a sailing ship the wind is coming from behind，and anything smelly is put as far forward as possible． They were taken up to the fighting—top，and at first it was rather alarming to rock to and fro there and see the deck looking small and far away beneath．You realized that if you fell there was no particular reason why you should fall on board rather than in the sea. Then they were taken to the poop，where Rhince was on duty with another man at the great tiller，and behind that the dragon’s tail rose up，covered with gilding，and round inside it ran a little bench．The name of the ship was Dawn Treader．She was only a little bit of a thing compared with one of our ships，or even with the cogs，dromonds，carracks and galleons which Narnia had owned when Lucy and Edmund had reigned there under Peter as the High King，for nearly all navigation had died out in the reigns of Caspian’s ancestors．When his uncle，Miraz the usurper， had sent the seven lords to sea，they had had to buy a Galmian ship and man it with hired Galmian sailors．But now Caspian had begun to teach the Narnians to be sea-faring folk once more，and the Dawn Treader was the finest ship he had built yet．She was so small that，forward of the mast，there was hardly any deck room between the central hatch and the ship’s boat on one side and the hen-coop(Lucy fed the hens)on the other．But she was a beauty of her kind，a“lady”as sailors say，her lines perfect，her colours pure，and every spar and rope and pin lovingly made．Eustace of course would be pleased with nothing，and kept on boasting about liners and motor boats and aeroplanes and submarines(“As if he knew anything about them，”muttered Edmund)，but the other two were delighted with the Dawn Treader，and when they returned aft to the cabin and supper，and saw the whole western sky lit up with an immense crimson sunset，and felt the quiver of the ship，and tasted the salt on their lips，and thought of unknown lands on the Eastern rim of the world，Lucy felt that she was almost too happy to speak．

What Eustace thought had best be told in his own words，for when they all got their clothes back，dried，next morning，he at　once got out a little black notebook and a pencil and started to keep a diary．He always had this notebook with him and kept a record of his marks in it，for though he didn’t care much about any subject for its own sake，he cared a great deal about marks and would even go to people and say，“I got so much．What did you get ？”But as he didn’t seem likely to get many marks on the Dawn Treader he now started a diary．This was the first entry．

“7 August．Have now been twenty-four hours on this ghastly boat if it isn ’t a dream．All the time a frightful storm has been raging (it’s a good thing I’m not seasick)．Huge waves keep coming in over the front and I have seen the boat nearly go under any number of times．All the others pretend to take no notice of this，either from swank or because Harold says one of the most cowardly things ordinary people do is to shut their eyes to Facts．It’s madness to come out into the sea in a rotten little thing like this．Not much bigger than a lifeboat．And，of course，absolutely primitive indoors．No proper saloon，no radio，no bathrooms，no deck-chairs．I was dragged all over it yesterday evening and it would make anyone sick to hear Caspian showing off his funny little toy boat as if it was the Queen Mary．I tried to tell him what real ships are like，but he’s too dense. E. and L.，of course，didn’t back me up．I suppose a kid like L. doesn’t realize the danger and E．is buttering up C．as everyone does here. They call him a King．I said I was a Republican but he had to ask me what that meant ！ He doesn’t seem to know anything at all．Needless to say I’ve been put in the worst cabin of the boat， a perfect dungeon，and Lucy has been given a whole room on deck to herself，almost a nice room compared with the rest of this place. C．says that’s because she’s a girl．I tried to make him see what Alberta says，that all that sort of thing is really lowering girls but he was too dense．Still，he might see that I shall be ill if I’m kept in that hole any longer．E．says we mustn’t grumble because C．is sharing it with us himself to make room for L．As if that didn’t make it more crowded and far worse．Nearly forgot to say that there is also a kind of Mouse thing that gives everyone the most frightful cheek． The others can put up with it if they like but I shall twist his tail pretty soon if he tries it on me．The food is frightful too ．”