It was nearly three weeks after their landing that the Dawn Treader was towed out of Narrowhaven harbour. Very solemn farewells had been spoken and a great crowd had assembled to see her departure. There had been cheers， and tears too， when Caspian made his last speech to the Lone Islanders and parted from the Duke and his family， but as the ship， her purple sail still flapping idly， drew further from the shore， and the sound of Caspian’s trumpet from the poop came fainter across the water， everyone became silent. Then she came into the wind. The sail swelled out， the tug cast off and began rowing back， the first real wave ran up under the Dawn Treader‘s prow， and she was a live ship again. The men off duty went below， Drinian took the first watch on the poop， and she turned her head eastward round the south of Avra.
