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A/N: Okay, even though nobody reviewed, I'm still typing this chapter. (sigh) It makes me feel so unappreciated and sad. I may just give up putting my fan fictions up on here soon and try to find somewhere else. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! Or I may lose my will to write stories. Enjoy.

(Elvish, unless otherwise stated.)

Chapter 4: A Horrible Event

Legolas peered through the night from the crow's nest, searching in vain for some type of land. He paused and looked down with pity at his Captain at the helm. Captain Sparrow had been at the wheel day and night for a week, consulting his compass. Legolas had enjoyed the pirating over the few years he had lived on the Pearl, and now they were searching for the greatest treasure in Arda; the gold of Cortez. Legolas was beginning to worry about Captain Jack. He had foreseen a mutiny to be held soon, yet he knew not when.

Legolas watched intently as the first mate, Barbosa, went up to Sparrow and asked to speak with him in private. Jack ordered everyone on deck to go down below, including Legolas. Legolas climbed swiftly and nimbly down the mast and went down below to his make shift bed. He decided to go ahead and sleep since his watch was almost over. He placed a cloth over his head to hide the fact that he slept with his eyes open, and slowly slipped into a nightmare ridden sleep.

Legolas awoke with a start, an overpowering sense of dread enveloping him. He leapt from his bed and landed without a sound on the floor. He quickly raced up on deck, finding everyone shouting and jeering at Jack Sparrow who was balanced on the ship's plank. "No!" Legolas began to sprint towards the plank, but was blocked by two swords that had been swiftly drawn. Legolas glared at the sword's owners, having forgotten his own weapons in his rush to get on deck.

Barbosa laughed and turned to Legolas. "Ye want to join him, matey?"

Legolas' eyes darted to Captain Sparrow and watched with dread as he shook his head imperceptibly. Legolas shook his head as well, so Barbosa could see his answer.

"Good. Now watch as we maroon him on that desolate isle!"

Legolas fixed an icy stare on Barbosa, capturing his attention. (What you have done cannot be forgiven. Beware, for should we find the treasure, the curse witch will affect you all will not be lifted for many years of men.)

Barbosa simply blinked with confusion, yet the words that he had heard held an unmistakable foreshadow of doom. He shivered, but hid it well and portrayed a visage of rage. "I don't know what ye just said, and I don't care!" As Barbosa shouted out his rebuttal, he threw Sparrow's sword, hat, and gun into the sea, watching with glee as Sparrow dove after them. Barbosa then turned to his crew, his face now a portrait of complete authority. "Well, what are ye waiting for? Raise the anchor! Hoist the sails! Move you Seadogs!"

All the crew members scrambled around to fulfill their new captain's orders. Legolas was the only one among them who was working unhappily. He knew no good would come of this, but the thing which upset him the most was that his friend and captain had ordered him to stay with these filthy traitors.

Legolas knew that Barbosa wouldn't really make him walk the plank. He was too valuable a fighter and watchman, but it made him no less forgiving towards Barbosa. As Legolas grudgingly took his place in the crow's nest, he spotted an Albatross flying from the west towards the ship. He smiled sadly as it began to circle above the mast. (Oh child of Elwing, comfort me in my loneliness. Let your good fortune guide this ship until I depart forever from it, then may the wrath of the Valar descend upon it.)

The Albatross gave a loud cry in answer to him, landing on the top of the mast.

Legolas nodded his thanks to the bird, and then resumed his search of the horizon.

A/N: Chapter 5 is coming soon! Please review! Even flames are welcome, even if they will be laughed at and used in funny stories.

Aldrea: Please review. Suuki is driving me crazy with her crying. Not to mention the fact that she has lost interest in the stories I am in!

Suuki: (sniff) Go away. I must work on a story about a girl shunned by society because she's not beautiful.

Aldrea: (sigh) Namarie.