1Disclaimer: I still do not own Treasure Island or Star Trek. Or the Elves of Middle-Earth. The others are still my friends.

Author's Note: This isn't going to get any simpler. I am only going to involve more people. So if you're confused now, don't hesitate to ask a question before you go bonkers.

Chapter Three

Waves. Thunder. Lightning. Avanwe knew they were a part of her. She'd always been able to control such things. The wind, the sea, the land, they'd always been there to aid her.

Her friends hadn't known when they first met her. They'd accepted her as a shipmate without question. She'd thought them foolish not to ask what she was capable of. That had only been a few weeks past.

They'd learned of her power in the same way Silver had, when they were plundering a ship. Why, now, could she feel more of the power? Why were they now a part of her instead of at her command?

Then, suddenly, she could feel something . . . someone . . . trying to calm the storm. She lashed out. No! She would not let anything spoil this moment. Lightning, directly at the source . . .

The source. Only then did Avanwe realize what it had to have been, who it had to have been. She dropped her arms, abruptly ending the storm. She opened her eyes and turned around. Spock was there, supporting a weak and shaken, but, remarkably, alive Morgan.

"Oh, my gosh, what have I done?" Avanwe gasped. "Morgan, are you all right?"

"Yeah. I'm okay, thanks to Spock here."

"Who?"

"First mate of the Enterprise."

"Is that so? Why did you help her?"

"If she had not succeeded, we could all be dead. It was the logical thing to do."

Kirk and McCoy were starting to wake up, only to find their hands tied.

"How dare you!" Kirk shouted, thrashing around violently. "I'm a member of the--"

"Frankly, I don't care what you're a member of, Captain," Silver informed him. "You--and your crew--are our prisoners now."

"Avanwe, take them to the brig," Athos ordered.

"Aye, sir." She raised her bow and pointed it at Kirk. "Start moving or your captain's dead." Needless to say, everyone started moving pretty fast. After being assured by Morgan that she could stand on her own, Spock joined them.

"You seemed quite intrigued with that girl, Spock," McCoy noted as they were shoved into a cell together.

"Curious would be the correct term. I sensed in her . . . incredible power, unused, just waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"I'm not sure. Possibly for someone to teach her how to use it, maybe just the right time to let it loose. She showed only a part of it when we stopped Avanwe."

"Maybe she doesn't know more is there."

"She knows."

"Kind of makes you wonder."

"Yes, Doctor. If a lookout and a cabin girl have such power . . ."

"What can the rest of the crew do?"

"Exactly."

Avanwe returned to the deck. "Ah, good," Silver said, smiling. "Just the lookout I wanted to see."

"Oh, Captain, I am so sorry. I don't know how it got so out of control. Is Morgan all right?"

"Morgan is fine, Avanwe. Don't go blaming yourself," Silver said gently.

"I endangered the entire ship, you idiot! How can I not blame myself?"

Athos sighed. Avanwe clearly didn't understand the concept of a mistake. Everything was always someone's fault: usually his.

"It's all right, Avanwe," Silver echoed. "You did your best. But Morgan, why did you hesitate?"

"I don't like to use my power that way, sir."

"It's just how she is, sir," Peter said, leaping to her defense. "The damage she could cause if she wasn't careful--"

"Saved our lives this time."

"If it had been anyone but Avanwe, their mind could've been hurt, badly," Morgan explained.

"I understand, Morgan, but--"

"With all due respect, sir, I don't think you do. I was only able to direct my power today because of Spock's help. Without it, I could've gone out of control, too, and killed everyone here." She hoped her excuse would fly; it wasn't true at all. She had more control than she knew what to do with.

"Avanwe had everything under control."

"I'm sorry, sir, but she didn't. She could've killed us all, which is they only reason I used my powers, or will, no matter what you try to--"

"Morgan, you are dismissed and confined to quarters."

"I'm not finished--"

"I think you are."

"But I don't. You will never be able to force me to use my powers, Silver. The risk is too great."

"That's Captain Silver to a cabin girl. And if that be so, you may join the others in the brig. Athos."

Athos hesitated, but then rose. "Come with me, le Fay."

Morgan reluctantly got up and followed him down.

"For being so hesitant with her powers, she's sure outspoken," Silver said when they were gone.

"She's just a child, Captain," Eric ventured. "Do you need to be so hard on her?"

"She's a child on a ship that proudly flies the Jolly Roger. She'll be treated like everyone else."

"That's what he means," Avanwe said. "Would you have done the same thing . . . if it had been me?"

"If I'd thought you wouldn't strike me with a lightning bolt, yes."

"Maybe you're lucky Morgan isn't like me. She could've easily done as much damage as I."

"Who are you people?"

Peter shrugged. "We're pirates, all of us. If you want a better answer, you'll have to find it on your own."

Silver looked at Avanwe beseechingly. She just smiled and pulled the hair back from over her ears. They were pointed.

Everyone besides Noka looked surprised. "I could tell by your accent that you weren't human," he shrugged. "You could make even the English language sound beautiful. I would love to hear some of your own tongue."

"You have already." She turned to Peter. "Surely you knew that Daelin wasn't just something I made up, mellon nin. It's the interpretation of Shadowsong into my native tongue."

"I don't understand. Who are you?" Silver asked.

"Morgan could tell you. She, you, Peter, and Eric are the only humans on this ship. I'm an Elf."

"And the others?"

"We're a different kind of elf," Noka smiled.

"And Morgan?"

"She's a human," Peter laughed. "As far as I know, that is. But, then, that doesn't mean much."

There was someone else, however, who knew more. And nothing could've satisfied First Mate Spock's scientific curiosity more than when Morgan joined them in the brig.