Enjy, The ship, and a Bored Fairy

Disclaimer: I do not own Les-Miserables, Peter Pan, and The Phantom of the Opera, Lord of the Rings, Treasure Island, The Princess Bride, or Pinocchio.

A/N Thankyou Syen so much for letting me put you in my fan fic. I hope u like where I put you! Thanks also to Mizamour for reviewing, you're awesome!

Enjolras rubbed his eyes in extreme boredom, yet Granter talked on, and on, and on. "I hate mankind." Mumbled the drunkard. 'I hate Grantair I hate Grantair.' Enjolras thought as he blabbered on about girls, the library, wasting ink, gulps of beer Bankers, and whatever else worked its way into his deranged mind. Straitening out his vest Enjolras stood up, and triumphantly walked out of the room. "Good gosh!" he screamed into the night.

A/N I know I know, this part in the book happened during the day, and Enjolras wasn't there, but hey! Give me a break.

He was beginning to hate the idea of the Republic, besides what was freedom with Grantair around. Suddenly around the corner of the Rue came a girl. She was doing the happy hip dance and humming 'The Sponge Bob Square Pants' theme song. "Um…" Enjolras said as she stopped. "Who are you?"

"Me, why do you want to know." Enjolras shrugged, bored, bored, and bored. Why was everyone bored?
"Well I'm Syen…

Erik examined the poop deck of the ship. "So Captain, why do they call it the poop deck? I mean I don't want to be rude, but between you and me, it's a little…" he tapped his head in order the mean, insane.

"I don't know why they called it that! WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!" First it had been whats Hem-e-lee, that it was what's a mainsail, why is there a book of Horatio Hornblower in the prison, what's a 24 caliber canon, why was it stronger that a 15. Literally it was driving him crazy. 'Well Pan will have his hands full when he pays for this freak!' James thought.

"Land Ho!" called Nibler.

"Excellent!" James called back, "Now to get rid of this pesky French."

Jim, Fezzick and The Blue Fairy trudged along threw Buckland. Fezzick was doing rhymes which Jim seemed to enjoy immensely. "There's a tree!"

"Looks like a bee."

"No I think it looks like a flea."

"Yeah, but what about me?"

"I'd rather count to three."

"Would you like to eat a pea?"

"No, I'd rather have some tea."
"I could kill thee."

"I'm sure you could but I'd rather have a key."

"Would you do a Hem-e-lee?"

"What?"

"That didn't rhyme!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"SHUT UP!" Jim and Fezzick turned. "Look," The fairy said, "you've been doing this for hours. Isn't there anything else we can do?"

"Play with a shoe." Said Fezzick Triumphantly.

"No wonder Pinocchio fired her." Jim whispered in Fezzick's ear.

"When will we be in Rivendell?" The fairy asked.

"As soon as we get to a well." Fezzick replied.

"Ug!"