"Aye, if tha roumors be correct." Locke replied. "All we need is ah transport. C'mon," He added, going up to deck.

"Okay problem the ship is still broken." Caspian went out on deck and almost fall when the deck collasped under him. He jumped off it last second.

"Tha ship's too slow." Locke stated, eyes flickering amber. "We need ta reach 'em now."

"What did you have in mind," Caspian asked.

"'Er flight should arrive right aboot...." Locke mummbled, ears twitching. He turned around and nodded to the beach. "...now."

A huge shadow swept over the ship, followed by a roar. A sizely winged reptile alighted on the shore, winds folded at his sides.

"Caspian lad, this 'ere's Drayke." Locke stated.

Caspian took a step back and said some words in a forgien language. "That that is a wyavern?! It's huge!"

"Drayke's ah small 'un. Tha big 'uns could hunt ah kraken." Locke shrugged. Drayke carelessly shook himself. "C'mon, then. We've lost enough time as it 'tis."

"Small one?" Caspian looked up toward Drayke, "He's almost as big as Seaweed. You should I have never flown before."

"Yer a bird. You'll live." Locke replied. "Ye was made fer flight. Now come on." He beckoned, leaving the ship.

"My tribe never flew we are descents from Dodos." Caspian retorted looking at Locke like he was crazy,"Don't attacke me Drayke."