With a creak and a groan the Dawn Treader started to creep forward as the men began to row. Lucy， up in the fighting top， had a wonderful view of the exact moment at which they entered the darkness. The bows had already disappeared before the sunlight had left the stern. She saw it go. At one minute the gilded stern， the blue sea， and the sky， were all in broad daylight： next minute the sea and sky had vanished， the stern lantern.which had been hardly noticeable before.was the only thing to show where the ship ended. In front of the lantern she could see the black shape of Drinian crouching at the tiller. Down below her the two torches made visible two small patches of deck， and gleamed on swords and helmets， and forward there was another island of light on the forecastle. Apart from that， the fighting top， lit by the masthead light which was only just above her， seemed to be a little lighted world of its own floating in lonely darkness. And the lights themselves， as always happens with lights when you have to have them at the wrong time of day， looked lurid and unnatural. She also noticed that she was very cold.
