They took some time choosing their seats at the perilous table. Probably everyone had the same reason but no one said it out loud. For it was really a rather nasty choice. One could hardly bear to sit all night next to those three terrible hairy objects which， if not dead， were certainly not alive in the ordinary sense. On the other hand， to sit at the far end， so that you would see them less and less as the night grew darker， and wouldn‘t know if they were moving， and perhaps wouldn’t see them at all by about two o‘clock.no， it was not to be thought of. So they sauntered round and round the table saying， “What about here？” and “Or perhaps a bit further on，” or， “Why not on this side？” till at last they settled down somewhere about the middle but nearer to the sleepers than to the other end. It was about ten by now and almost dark. Those strange new constellations burned in the east. Lucy would have liked it better if they had been the Leopard and the Ship and other old friends of the Narnian sky.
They wrapped themselves in their sea cloaks and sat still and waited. At first there was some attempt at talk but it didn’t come to much. And they sat and sat. And all the time they heard the waves breaking on the beach.