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Chapter Seven

Legolas lay on the bunk in the small cabin he had been given use of, resting from the whirlwind of events over the past few days. Though it had been two days since the fight with the pirates, Erin had been in a particular surly mood since, and all the men avoided her like a plague, as even a look resulted in extra duty. Even Iain and Duncan only approached her when necessary.

The air in the dim room was almost stuffy, scented with the ever-present salt, tar, and wood. Though the soft sounds of the ship creaking was soothing, the Elf felt restless, caged on the vessel as he was. The prince wondered almost sadly what Aragorn, Elrohir, Elladan, Gandalf, and the others were up to back home. A small smile worked its way to his eyes, curving his lips. Without a doubt, the young Man was causing trouble, making life interesting for the inhabitants of Lórien.

He sighed, staring idly at the plant ceiling. From above, he heard Erin bellowing, and felt a stab of pity for the poor man she was chewing out now.

The Seahawk had slowed while he was lost in his thoughts, and the Elf heard the sounds of the anchor being dropped. Curious, Legolas made his way to the deck, and saw the men grabbing barrels and skins, stacking them near the rail. Iain stood watching the men, a log in his hand which he routinely make marks in as a man would say something. As the acting quartermaster onboard- he had explained to Legolas when the Elf first made his appearance on the ship that the original quartermaster had left port on a different ship, choosing not to risk his neck with the reckless Captain Erin- the man was busy, so the Prince sought out Duncan.

To his dismay, he found the second mate standing by Erin's shoulder, the woman watching her scurrying crew with keen, green eyes.

At that moment, the sailor called 'Hawk' passed by, and Legolas caught the man's attention.

"What's going on?" the Elf inquired, motioning to all the hubbub.

Hawk grinned, a tooth missing from the brawl the day before. Even though the lookout's right eye was swollen almost shut, courtesy of Erik's fist during the same fight, he still managed to see everything that was going on. It eerily reminded the Elf of his father's gaze...

"Replen'shin' supplies, mate," Hawk's reply broke into the prince's train of thought. "Gettin' water and perish'ble vittles frae tha spit o' land."

Legolas then saw the small island behind him, and realized that the Seahawk was anchored in the harbour.

"Oh," he said, nodding.

Hawk grinned again, and continued on his way, leaving the Elf to survey the island.

Like Hawk had said, it was small, but was lush with trees and green things. Colourful birds rested in the trees, avoiding the glaring sun, staying somewhat cool in the balmy heat. And he didn't blame them. Wiping away the beading sweat on his brow, he looked longingly down at the inviting water. The lagoon's water was a clear, bright blue, and one did not need Elven eyes to see the sparkling sand on the bottom. Bright fish darted here and there, alone and in schools. Several larger fish were noticeable avoided by the jewelled fish, having sharp teeth and all. The surface winked and glinted in the afternoon heat, again seeming to invite any and all for a swim.

Erin's voice came to his ears as he heard all of the commotion stop.

"Let's get these barrels filled, lads," she ordered, and four men dropped two small boats into the water, unrolling ladders and climbing down easily.

Of course, it would be only routine for the crewmen, Legolas realized, watching them. After all, all but one or two had been on a ship for most of their days.

Half of the barrels were loaded onto the boats, and three men on each dinghy paddled to the white-sanded shore. About ten sailors leapt overboard, following the boats only after they had gotten cooled off.

From his place on the rail, the Prince watched the men unload the barrels and carry them to a spring, where they were filled with fresh water. Then, only some of the barrels were brought back at a time.

He filed it away, along with everything else Iain had taught him or he had learned on his own. And that had been a lot. The Elf had been learning since the day he had come aboard, some of his first information from Iain being what a pistol was. Legolas understood the concept of the firearm, but had yet to see it fired to know fully what the first mate/quartermaster had been trying to make him understand. Though several of the sailors, including Erin, owned the weapons, the preferred weapon on the Seahawk was the sword or some other bladed object.

The barrels were filled and restacked in the hold, fresh fruit was stashed in the galley, and it was all finished before sunset. The crew all looked expectantly at their captain, who pursed her lips thoughtfully.

"We'll stay th' night here, so yeh're free for th' rest o' th' evenin', lads."

She cracked a small smile as they crew gave a shout and collectively leapt into the water, save three or four.

After the men had left the water, they gathered on the beach to eat the fish Erik had caught, and also the birds Legolas had brought down with a borrowed longbow. The Elf's skill with a bow was greatly appreciated by the men, who were glad for a reprieve from the usual fish onboard ship. After the meal was over, the barrels that had been left on shore were opened, and Legolas found they were filled with ale and whisky. The rest of the night was filled with ribaldry and stories around the roaring fire, the flowing liquor and laughs only broken by the changing of the watch on the ship until the wee hours of the morning.

A/N: Hey all! sorry this was so short. Just thought these guys could use a break before their next adventure on the high seas. Hopefully the next chapter will be up before long, but I can't promise. My computer is in a funk, and refuses to cooperate. DAMN TO THE DEPTHS TECHNOLOGY! lol...sorry for the shameless paraphrasing of PotC. Sometimes can be a pain though, no? Keep on readin' and reviewin, y'all!