"I believe you're right," he laughs. Their feet thud up the gangplank and then they're here, aboard the Treader, her brightwork gleaming, her paint fresh, her sails crisply rolled. At the top of the mast, a scarlet and gold pennant snaps in the wind.

Caspian tips his head back and turns, gazing and gazing upon his old ship. "I'll walk you through it all, we'll start at the stern – look, there's the dragon's tail that was snapped off in the battle with the sea monster – "