The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

REEPICHEEP was the only person on board besides Drinian and the two Pevensies who
had noticed the Sea People. He had dived in at once when he saw the Sea King shaking
his spear, for he regarded this as a sort of threat or challenge and wanted to have the
matter out there and then. The excitement of discovering that the water was now fresh
had distracted his attention, and before he remembered the Sea People again Lucy and
Drinian had taken him aside and warned him not to mention what he had seen.
As things turned out they need hardly have bothered, for by this time the Dawn Treader
was gliding over a part of the sea which seemed to be uninhabited. No one except Lucy
saw anything more of the People, and even she had only one short glimpse. All morning
on the following day they sailed in fairly shallow water and the bottom was weedy. Just
before midday Lucy saw a large shoal of fishes grazing on the weed. They were all eating
steadily and all moving in the same direction. "Just like a flock of sheep," thought Lucy.
Suddenly she saw a little Sea Girl of about her own age in the middle of them - a quiet,
lonely-looking girl with a sort of crook in her hand. Lucy felt sure that this girl must be a
shepherdess - or perhaps a fish-herdess and that the shoal was really a flock at pasture.
Both the fishes and the girl were quite close to the surface. And just as the girl, gliding in
the shallow water, and Lucy, leaning over the bulwark, came opposite to one another, the
girl looked up and stared straight into Lucy's face. Neither could speak to the other and in
a moment the Sea Girl dropped astern. But Lucy will never forget her face. It did not look
frightened or angry like those of the other Sea People. Lucy had liked that girl and she
felt certain the girl had liked her. In that one moment they had somehow become friends.
There does not seem to be much chance of their meeting again in that world or any other.
But if ever they do they will rush together with their hands held out.
After that for many days, without wind in her shrouds or foam at her bows, across a
waveless sea, the Dawn Treader glided smoothly east. Every day and every hour the light
became more brilliant and still they could bear it. No one ate or slept and no one wanted
to, but they drew buckets of dazzling water from the sea, stronger than wine and
somehow wetter, more liquid, than ordinary water, and pledged one another silently in
deep draughts of it. And one or two of the sailors who had been oldish men when the
voyage began now grew younger every day. Everyone on board was filled with joy and
excitement, but not an excitement that made one talk. The further they sailed the less they
spoke, and then almost in a whisper. The stillness of that last sea laid hold on them.
"My Lord," said Caspian to Drinian one day, "what do you see ahead?"
"Sire," said Drinian, "I see whiteness. All along the horizon from north to south, as far as
my eyes can reach."
"That is what I see too," said Caspian, "and I cannot imagine what it is."
"If we were in higher latitudes, your Majesty," said Drinian, "I would say it was ice. But
it can't be that; not here. All the same, we'd better get men to the oars and hold the ship