The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Oh, bother you, Reepicheep. I almost wish we'd left you at home. All right! If you put it
that way, I suppose we shall have to go on. Unless Lucy would rather not?"
Lucy felt that she would very much rather not, but what she said out loud was, "I'm
game."
"Your Majesty will at least order lights?" said Drinian.
"By all means," said Caspian. "See to it, Captain."
So the three lanterns, at the stern, and the prow and the masthead, were all lit, and
Drinian ordered two torches amidships. Pale and feeble they looked in the sunshine. Then
all the men except some who were left below at the oars were ordered on deck and fully
armed and posted in their battle stations with swords drawn. Lucy and two archers were
posted on the fighting top with bows bent and arrows on the string. Rynelf was in the
bows with his line ready to take soundings. Reepicheep, Edmund, Eustace and Caspian,
glittering in mail, were with him. Drinian took the tiller.
"And now, in Aslan's name, forward!" cried Caspian. "A slow, steady stroke. And let
every man be silent and keep his ears open for orders."
With a creak and a groan the Dawn Treader started to creep forward as the men began to
row. Lucy, up in the fighting top, had a wonderful view of the exact moment at which
they entered the darkness. The bows had already disappeared before the sunlight had left
the stern. She saw it go. At one minute the gilded stern, the blue sea, and the sky, were all
in broad daylight: next minute the sea and sky had vanished, the stern lantern - which had
been hardly noticeable before - was the only thing to show where the ship ended. In front
of the lantern she could see the black shape of Drinian crouching at the tiller. Down
below her the two torches made visible two small patches of deck and gleamed on swords
and helmets, and forward there was another island of light on the forecastle. Apart from
that, the fighting top, lit by the masthead light which was only just above her, seemed to
be a little lighted world of its own floating in lonely darkness. And the lights themselves,
as always happens with lights when you have to have them at the wrong time of day,
looked lurid and unnatural. She also noticed that she was very cold.
How long this voyage into the darkness lasted, nobody knew. Except for the creak of the
rowlocks and the splash of the oars there was nothing to show that they were moving at
all. Edmund, peering from the bows, could see nothing except the reflection of the lantern
in the water before him. It looked a greasy sort of reflection, and the ripple made by their
advancing prow appeared to be heavy, small, and lifeless. As time went on everyone
except the rowers began to shiver with cold.
Suddenly, from somewhere - no one's sense of direction was very clear by now - there
came a cry, either of some inhuman voice or else a voice of one in such extremity of
terror that he had almost lost his humanity.