A/N: Hey, guess what! Any movie/book/song references that show up will be listed at the beginning of each following chapter, so include any references you find in your review. Who can find the most?

References from Chapter 1: Phantom of the Opera, Pirates of the Caribbean (these won't count in the reference game from now on; they are assumed)

2. In Which Coconuts May Prove Useful

Captain Jack Sparrow rose unsteadily to his feet (when isn't he unsteady?), checked himself for his "effects" (his cutlass, pistol, belts, and compass) and his hat, and looked at Cara and Erik. Cara was staring from Jack to Erik and back again with a sort of dazed look on her face. Erik had his arms folded across his chest and was glaring at Jack and Cara. The silence was getting a little uncomfortable when Cara realized she hadn't been breathing. And that Erik was glaring at her. And that she was hungry.

THUMP!

All three people on the beach heard the noise coming from the stereotypical palm jungle and turned to peer into the trees. Jack drew his cutlass from his belt.

THUMP!

Erik bent down and picked up the rope that had tied the pirate to the tree, and, with a quick motion, turned it into a Punjab lasso.

THUMP THUMP!

Cara stood and listened. "Oh, duh! Chuck Noland! It's coconuts falling." As crazy as ever, she began to go into the trees. Jack stared after her and turned to speak to Erik.

"Do you have any idea-" Erik threw his lasso over Jack's head and began to tie him up.

"Just what I was about to ask you. Who are you and why do you know Mlle. Cara? What are we even doing here?"

Cara looked back over her shoulder and saw one of her favorite people choking the life out of her other favorite person.

She turned and ran back. "Erik! Stop! Please!" Erik turned and threw a rope around her as well. She struggled, but he was stronger than she was, and tied her up, too.

"What are you gonna do, kill us?" Cara asked angrily.

"What's going on here? Why won't anyone tell me? What are you hiding?" Erik yelled.

"We don't know anything, Erik," Cara said.

"Then why do you know his name? Or mine, for that matter? Answer my question!"

"Fine!" Cara yelled at Erik. "Just stop choking me!"

Erik loosened the rope around her throat.

"You're really gonna think I'm totally lying-"

"Never trust an honest person!" Jack put in.

"I'm holding the conch shell; don't interrupt me!" Cara said.

Both Erik and Jack stared at her blankly.

"No you're not." Erik pointed out the obvious. He was beginning to question her sanity.

Cara sighed. "Why doesn't anyone get literary jokes anymore? Never mind. The reason I know about you is... I was born in 1991. And we've invented movies. And Leroux wrote a book about you, Erik."

Now they were staring at her like she was crazy. (Look who's talking.)

Jack broke the silence by saying "That made no sense at all."

"Told you," Cara shot back. She was hot and hungry, not to mention tied up. This isn't as fun as I expected. Erik's a brat! "Would you please untie us?"

Erik glared at her. "I don't believe I would have the patience to live with you roaming free."

"What say we just split up the island? We could all go our separate ways and no one would care, eh? What say you to that?"

No! Not a good idea! Cara thought. I'd never see either of them! "Umm... I don't think that would be a very good idea. I have no idea how to survive alone on an island."

Erik reached down and untied Jack and Cara and coiled up the ropes. "All right, then. Monsieur Sparrow will stay with you. But leave me alone." He turned and walked into the forest.

Jack picked up a coconut from the beach and chucked it after Erik. The two heard a muffled thud and a yell from Erik.

Cara laughed. "Excellent shot, Maurice."

"What?"

"Never mind. Oh, shoot, here he comes!" She took off running down the beach with Jack hot on her heels.

Boy, I write short chapters... Sorry. First time and all...

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