Unfortunately, after they were imprisoned the Navy noticed they were The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything and were Vegetables and probably weren't harmful anyway so they ate them instead.
"Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom, around the bright city War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?"~ Mr. Tumnus
Unfortunately, there was an outbreak of food poisoning on board the navy ship affecting all of the kangaroos and wallabies as well as the crew.
Fortunately, the ships doctor had a shot for all of the crew and animals that helped remedy the sickness of food poisoning.
"Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom, around the bright city War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?"~ Mr. Tumnus
Unfortunately, the ship's parrot had been investigating the supplies and all the labels on the different medicines were torn off so the doctor had to guess which one to use.
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Fortunately, the medicine chosen was correct.
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Unfortuately, the activities of the ship's parrot allowed several journalists to make a big fuss at the navy's expense.
Fortunately, few people paid much attention to the negative press.
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Unfortunately, the press, instead, got busy finding negative angles on some perfectly innocent romances.
Fortunately, those involved in the reported romances were far too much in love to care about unsubstantial articles.
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Unfortunately, the original writer of the articles had an attack of conscience when they saw how happy the couples really were and lost their job to someone with even less scruples.
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Fortunately, the new, more unscrupulous, writers of articles were so outlandish in their gossip columns that nobody believed them any more, and they were forced to stop writing such rubbish.
Unfortunately the paparazzi began taking photos of the people in embarrassing situations.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Fortunately, the paparazzi were thrown into gaol because the secret services didn't like the competition.
Unfortunately, the secret service had an unfounded idea of what constituted competition and thus the paparazzi were released.
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Fortunately, the pictures the paparazzi took did not sell at all, due to an earthquake in the region.