CHAPTER FIVE THE STORM AND WHAT CAME OF IT

IT was nearly three weeks after their landing that the Dawn Treader was towed out of Narrowhaven harbour．Very solemn farewells had been spoken and a great crowd had assembled to see her departure．There had been cheers，and tears too，when Caspian made his last speech to the Lone Islanders and parted from the Duke and his family，but as the ship，her purple sail still flapping idly，drew further from the shore，and the sound of Caspian’s trumpet from the poop came fainter across the water， everyone became silent．Then she came into the wind．The sail swelled out，the tug cast off and began rowing back，the first real wave ran up under the Dawn Treader’s prow，and she was a live ship again．The men off duty went below，Drinian took the first watch on the poop，and she turned her head eastward round the south of Avra．

The next few days were delightful．Lucy thought she was the most fortunate girl in the world；as she woke each morning to see　the reflections of the sunlit water dancing on the ceiling of her cabin and looked round on all the nice new things she had got in the Lone Islands-seaboots and buskins and cloaks and jerkins and scarves． And then she would go on deck and take a look from the forecastle at a sea which was a brighter blue each morning and drink in an air that was a little warmer day by day．After that came breakfast and such an appetite as one only has at sea．

She spent a good deal of time sitting on the little bench in the stern playing chess with Reepicheep．It was amusing to see him lifting the pieces，which were far too big for him，with both paws and standing on tiptoes if he made a move near the centre of the board．He was a good player and when he remembered what he was doing he usually won．But every now and then Lucy won because the Mouse did something quite ridiculous like sending a knight into the danger of a queen and castle combined．This happened because he had momentarily forgotten it was a game of chess and was thinking of a real battle and making the knight do what he would certainly have done in its place．For his mind was full of forlorn hopes，death-or-glory charges，and last stands．

But this pleasant time did not last．There came an evening when Lucy，gazing idly astern at the long furrow or wake they were leaving behind them，saw a great rack of clouds building itself up in the west with amazing speed．Then a gap was torn in it and a yellow sunset poured through the gap．All the waves behind them seemed to take on unusual shapes and the sea was a drab or yellowish color like dirty canvas．The air grew cold．The ship　seemed to move uneasily as if she felt danger behind her．The sail would be flat and limp one minute and wildly full the next．While she was noting these things and wondering at a sinister change which had come over the very noise of the wind，Drinian cried， “All hands on deck．”In a moment everyone became frantically busy． The hatches were battened down，the galley fire was put out， men went aloft to reef the sail．Before they had finished the storm struck them．It seemed to Lucy that a great valley in the sea opened just before their bows，and they rushed down into it，deeper down than she would have believed possible．A great grey hill of water， far higher than the mast，rushed to meet them；it looked certain death but they were tossed to the top of it．Then the ship seemed to spin round．A cataract of water poured over the deck；the poop and forecastle were like two islands with a fierce sea between them． Up aloft the sailors were lying out along the yard desperately trying to get control of the sail．A broken rope stood out sideways in the wind as straight and stiff as if it was a poker．

“Get below，Ma’am，”bawled Drinian．And Lucy，knowing that landsmen—and landswomen—are a nuisance to the crew， began to obey．It was not easy．The Dawn Treader was listing terribly to starboard and the deck sloped like the roof of a house． She had to clamber round to the top of the ladder，holding on to the rail，and then stand by while two men climbed up it，and then get down it as best she could．It was well she was already holding on tight for at the foot of the ladder another wave roared across the deck，up to her shoulders．She was already almost wet through with spray and rain but this was colder．Then she made a dash for the cabin door and got in and shut out for a moment the appalling sight of the speed with which they were rushing into the dark， but not of course the horrible confusion of creakings，groanings， snappings，clatterings，roarings and boomings which only sounded more alarming below than they had done on the poop．

And all next day and all the next it went on．It went on till one could hardly even remember a time before it had begun．And there always had to be three men at the tiller and it was as much as three could do to keep any kind of a course．And there always had to be men at the pump．And there was hardly any rest for anyone，and nothing could be cooked and nothing could be dried，and one man was lost overboard，and they never saw the sun．