After catching up quickly with Zola, and getting changed into her clothing, Lucy followed Zola and Caspian alongside Edmund to a golden room that looked a lot like a battle room. Battle rooms weren't being used very often anymore, since there weren't that many wars in Narnia currently, but Caspian had been using it to strategise against the Giants of the North.

Zola saw Lucy walk to the left, where a golden plated frame of Aslan's head hung. Caspian had it made when they first sailed away from Narnia, to honour he who had given him his title and who saved him in the war with his uncle. Lucy stood still to admire the frame, saying softly. "Aslan."

Zola walked around the table to the other side of the room. She opened a drawer that held Lucy's healing cordial and dagger. Meanwhile, Edmund was offered Peter's sword by Caspian, but Edmund refused. Caspian did open a casket to hold out Edmund's flashlight.

"I believe these are yours." Zola held the items out to Lucy, who immediately smiled at the sight of them.

She beamed. "My healing cordial. And dagger," She nearly sprinted forward, but stopped herself before she could touch them. "Oh. May I?"

"May you?" Zola frowned. "You must. I insist. God, I'd accidentally sprinkle the entire bottle on someone." Lucy laughed and started to close the belt in around her waist.

While they were still talking, Caspian walked through a different door to a closed off space. It wasn't big, so the other three waited there for him. Besides, he was only there to grab a map, so he wouldn't be away for long.

"So," Edmund cleared his throat. "How've you been?"

Zola nodded. "Been stuck on a boat with forty men, but other than that, great." She decided not to mention the fact that she had been lonely ever since they left. Even though Caspian had promised to always be there for her (He tried.), he couldn't guarantee it. He was the King, after all, and a King had his responsibilities — responsibilities that sometimes took a lot of time from him.

Edmund laughed at her response. Zola was kind of confused why he laughed, since it wasn't necessarily funny what she had said. Sure, it was said dryly, but it wasn't funny. She furrowed her brows at him. "Why are so weird? Is that boy's weirdness contagious?"

"You mean Eustace," Lucy said. "He's our cousin . . . unfortunately. Sometimes I wish I could ship him off to America, but then I would feel bad that Peter and Susan would be stuck with him." She realised she was rambling, and tried to hide it by laughing it off. Luckily for her, Caspian came back with the map, unaware of the awkward conversation.

            He spread out the map on the table in front of him. "Since you left us, the Giants of the North have surrendered unconditionally. And we defeated the Calormen armies at the Great Desert. There's peace across all of Narnia."

            As he talked, Captain Drinian walked in. He'd been rearing the boat, but one of the sailors had alarmed him of Lucy and Edmund's presence. "Peace?" Edmund repeated, unbelieving.

            "Surprising, huh?" Zola commented.

"In just two years." Caspian confirmed proudly.

            Lucy tucked her hair behind her ear, something Zola knew Susan always used to do. "And have you found yourself a queen in those two years?"

            "O— Or a prince?" Edmund added, trying to find any clue in Zola's face. She rolled her eyes away.

            Caspian forced himself not to laugh. He instead just smiled. "No," He said. "Not one to compare with your sister."

            It had been tough on him to find a wife. Captain Drinian had told him it would be good for him to have someone he could share the rest of his life with. Someone that wouldn't tie him to the boat. At first, Caspian wouldn't hear any of it. Zola, however, said it wouldn't just be good for his reputation as King, but also because he, too, had been lonely. Though he would never admit it.

            "Hang on," Edmund interrupted. "So if there are no wars to fight and no one's in trouble, then why are we here?"

            Caspian looked down at his map. "That's a good question. I've been asking myself the same thing."

Since Caspian had no answer to Edmund's question, he decided to ask about other interests. "So where are we sailing to?"

"Before I took back the throne from my uncle, he tried to kill my father's closest friends and most loyal supporters," Caspian turned around. He faced the wall behind him, where seven portraits hung. "The seven lords of Telmar. They fled to the Lone Islands," He pointed at the Lone Islands on the map. "No one's heard from them since."

Zola vaguely remembered seeing a few of them when she was younger. Sometimes one of her father's friends would stay over for a maximum of a week. Zola wouldn't see them much, except for during dinners. They'd always cherished their family dinners.

"So you think something's happened to them?" Edmund asked.

"We think Miraz has sent out men to find them on multiple occasions. No one's ever been brought back, though," Zola nodded along. "Don't know if that is a good sign or not."

"If something has happened, it's my duty to find out." Caspian said.

Lucy laid a hand on the right side of the map, near the Lone Islands. "Well, what's east of the Lone Islands?" Her eyes were on the completely empty part of the map. No one had ever been there — or at least, made it out alive, so there was no documentation of that part.

"Uncharted waters," Answered Captain Drinian. "Things you could barely imagine. Tales of sea serpents and worse."

Edmund stifled a chuckle, raising his eyebrows. "Sea serpents?"

"So he says," Zola grinned. "Captain has a lot of experience scaring kids. A lot of tall tales, this one." She patted his back. Captain looked at Zola's hand on the back of his shoulder. He'd never favoured physical contact, but after a few months he'd given up protest. Anyone else, he wouldn't let touch him.

When they left the room so Captain Drinian could get back to rearing the boat. Caspian had to walk away to a group of crewmen who were slouching. Caspian hated when people weren't being helpful. "What's that?" Lucy commented on the far–away sound of singing.

"Reepicheep," Zola sighed deeply. "He's taken to singing these days. Doesn't shut up about some dryad."

Zola pointed at the front of the boat, where a white dot that was Reepicheep was. Lucy walked towards him, leaving Edmund and Zola alone.

"Did you do anything interesting back home?" Zola asked after a moment of awkward silence.

Edmund's head turned away quickly, as if he had not expected the question. "Yeah. There's a war happening right now. I couldn't join, though. They wouldn't let me. Too young."

"Why would you want to join?" Zola looked at him to attempt finding any clue on his face. She couldn't. "Do you have a death wish?"

"No," He said, confused. "I've lead armies. I thought I could do this. But— You fought in armies. Is there are difference?"

Zola rolled her eyes. "There most definitely is. That wasn't voluntarily. And also against my own uncle. Do not compare them."

She walked away, faster than they'd be walking before. Edmund stopped walking somewhere in the middle of the deck, looking at her back. He was confused by the amount of emotion when he thought they were having a normal conversation.

Zola opened the doors to her bedroom. When she laid her eyes on her bed, she saw the strange boy from before, Eustace, laying on it. He had huddled the entire bed, laying on his stomach in a sort of starfish position. Zola was sure he wasn't unconscious anymore, but just sleeping. No one would be unconscious in that position.

Since she'd already been a little frustrated when she walked in, she definitely couldn't handle a boy she was more than annoyed by laying on her bed, drooling on her pillows. Zola knew she was overreacting to Edmund. He didn't necessarily say anything terrible. She didn't know why she responded the way she did. Maybe it was the anger she was taught by being surrounded by forty men for two years.

She walked toward the bed — more like stomped. First she grabbed both of his ankles and pulled them both to the side. Then, she grabbed his torso, pulling him up from the bed and throwing him on the ground. If this guy really was sleeping, he was sleeping really deeply.

She dragged him out of the room by his ankles, walking backward through the door. The crewmen watched how she let him fall abruptly, wiping her hands on her dress. She walked back inside her room, slamming the door behind her.

Zola didn't care what would happen to Eustace, if she was being honest. He was the type of guy who would complain either way.

In the actual movie, it had been three years, at least that's what they talked about. But I said before there's a two year difference between PC and TVOTDT (also the difference in years of the movies' release). Don't know which one is good, because I am currently at PC in the books, but I wrote it this way and didn't want any plot holes.

Also, can we talk about Caspian's accent in this movie? He turned completely British. Please imagine his accent in PC (I loved that. Plus, Zola's is the same.)