It was a picture of a ship.a ship sailing straight towards ou. Her prow was gilded and shaped like the head of a ragon with a wide.open mouth. She had only one mast nd one large， square sail which was a rich purple. The sides f the ship.what you could see of them where the gilded ings of the dragon ended.were green. She had just run p to the top of one glorious blue wave， and the nearerslope of that wave came down towards you， with streaks and bubbles on it. She was obviously running fast before a gay wind， listing over a little on her port side. （By the way， if you are going to read this story at all， and if you don’t know already， you had better get it into your head that the left of a ship when you are looking ahead， is port， and the right is starboard.） All the sunlight fell on her from that side， and the water on that side was full of greens and purples. On the other， it was darker blue from the shadow of the ship.
“The question is，” said Edmund， “whether it doesn‘t makethings worse， looking at a Narnian ship when you can’t get there.”
“Even looking is better than nothing，” said Lucy. “And sheis such a very Narnian ship.”