So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10
The ship lurched back and forth, rising and falling beneath Lucy's feet as the storm continued to rage on. A small lantern, the only source of light in her dark cabin, swung wildly. Lucy knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of her bunk. The storm had been raging for hours, more than Lucy could count with no signs of subsiding. Looking out her cabin window, she could see that large, black storm clouds had replaced the clear sky that had graced her eyes that same morning. The expanse above was no longer bright and cheerful, but dark and frightening.
Lucy strained to hear the voices on the deck above, but could barely make them out above the howling gusts of wind. She couldn't stay here much longer; she couldn't just sit below and wait. She remembered Edmund's strict warning to stay below, and thought better of leaving her cabin. As much as Lucy hated waiting, she hated going against her brother's order's more. The ship trembled once again as the storm grew fiercer. Lucy shut her eyes tightly and began to pray, whispering words that seemed lost in the swell of sound around her.
"Aslan, watch over our ship, protect us from harm as only you can! Give me strength and take away my fear – make me valiant…"
Her pleading prayer continued to flow from her lips, giving her peace and bringing her comfort. "The storm will be over soon". She told herself. Slowly, cautiously, Lucy got up from her bunk and walked towards the door. She wasn't afraid anymore, in fact, she felt better than she had since the storm arose. She wondered how Edmund and the crew were faring above her.
As she reached the door, she felt a voice tugging at her senses. Stay daughter, walk only where I lead. Lucy froze, her hand clutching the door handle. She fought against the voice, telling herself that Edmund needed her help on deck. Before she could talk herself out of it Lucy turned the door handle, walking out into the passage that lead to the top deck.
"It'll be alright". She told herself. "What could possible happen"?
No sooner had the thought left her mind then the ship lurched violently. She heard a great crash, and the sound of beams breaking entered her consciousness. It was the last thing she heard, for no sooner had she heard it then the world came tumbling down and darkness was all she knew.