He leads her down to the docks, comforted by the sound of ship hands and the smell of the salt water. Whatever fears or uncertainty he had disappears entirely in this familiar environment. There are a number of sturdy vessels, but they all seem to be fishing boats.

He frowns, disappointed despite suspecting it would not be here. "They might not know which island I am being kept at." Unless this was another realm, similar to the realm Lucy and Edmund came from. It didn't seem to have the same clothes they had though. "There is still a chance that they find their way here in the next few days." He would hold out hope.