Legends of Caspian: The Clipper

Caspian floundered in the black swirling water. The bridge was gone, shattered into a thousand drops of a fiery shower, scorching Caspian and lighting his hair on fire. Caspian was suddenly plunged into the water, squelching the flame burning his hair. He tried to swim up, but he was caught in a current! He shot away, underneath the bridges wreckage. He tried to resist his brain shrieking at him like a tea kettle to breath, breath! In a few seconds he would have to breath, be it water or air. He desperately surged towards the surface, but suddenly a black, rounded shape was over him. Caspian gasped, no longer able to hold it in. Water rushed into him and he went limp, unable to move. Before everything went black he heard a splashing noise. The angels coming for me, he thought deliriously and the blackness enveloped him.

There was pain, searing unbearable pain. Something was hitting him on the back. Caspian wretched and vomited up his lunch and a bucketful of water. His eyes opened and he saw rough crude faces looking at him. The only thing he could remember was "angels coming for me". He looked around confused.
Caspian!
It was a voice, frantic and desperate. It was the most beautiful Caspian had ever heard. A woman's face, beautiful and worried, came into his hazed vision. Then a rougher more familiar voice.
He's awake!
And then he was gone, blackness enveloping him.

"It was your fault!"
"My fault!?! Look you little impudent young rip! You were the one manning the helm!"
"Only because you told me to without telling me how to Couldn't you have settled for a normal wheel instead of all these handles and whatchamacallits?"
"Handles! Whatchamacallits!"
Caspian opened his eyes to see Master Tage practically bursting with righteous anger over Luke's description of his steering system.
"Yeah! If you had just used a normal helm like my grandpa's fishing boat I wouldn't have sailed on top of him and Caspian wouldn't be dead!"
"I'm dead?" Caspian asked sitting up.
"Caspian!" Everyone in the room went off at once. Caspian sat up coughing as Lydia squeezed his wrist.
"His pulse is normal again!" she cried with joy. Caspian looked at her. He realized she must have been the woman he had seen and the angel he had kept on thinking was overtop of him while he lay in the bed he was in.
"What happened?" he asked dazed.
"Lydia and me brought the Clipper, a yacht I built, to the bridge to rescue you," Master Tage explained. "Then this impudent rebellious rip here-"
Luke said hastily, "Me and David weren't caught in the current and Master Tage pulled us onto the Clipper. I offered to steer since I had once steered my grandpa's fishing boat. But Tage-"
"MASTER TAGE!" Tage roared.
"-had this fancy steering system. I accidentally maneuvered the boat on top of you."
"David jumped in to pull you out of the water before you died," Tage explained.
"It was nothing," David said. "Lydia was the real hero. She dressed that sword wound you got and did all sorts of stuff to you. She never left your side. She's to thank that your back in the land of the living."
Caspian looked at Lydia and smiled. She smiled back and blushed as the others cheered.