Author's Note: 'Ello, poppets! Thank you for reviewing. This is my second fic and I'm very anxious to see how it will turn out. I have decided that my chapters are just a tad long and to make it easier for you readers and lengthen the story, I'm going to split the day up into two chapters, instead writing one chapter for one day of being on the island. To the disclaimers: I don't own one single thing in this story. Not one single thing.

Ch. 2, pt. 1

Legolas woke up to cloudy grey skies. His clear blue eyes stared up at the massive clouds coming in, and he sat up. Palm trees were waving and bending due to the force of the wind, and a branch fell down and whacked him in the face.

"Ow!" he cried, and jumped up, unfortunately into the ashes of last night's bonfire. "AAAUUGH!" he roared, and scampered into the tent by him.

Inside it was peaceful, and the soft breathing of sleeping bodies was mixed with the lulling sound of waves crashing against the beach and the wind whispering through the cracks of the tent. He looked down. Lying to the right was Artemis, sleeping with his arms crossed, his lower lip poking out in a childlike pout. In the middle was Violet, snuggled between the two males. Legolas thought that if she had pointy ears he could've mistaken her for an elf, for he thought she looked very elegant when she was sleeping. (This would've been an enormous compliment to Violet had she been awake, for normally elves don't think anyone else beautiful other than themselves.) Jack was at the left, softly snoring, his right arm draped across Violet. His left thumb was stuck in his mouth.

Legolas took a moment to admire the peaceful scene, wishing he had a camera, before abruptly shouting, "WAKE UP, MORTALS!"

Artemis' eyes snapped open, and when he realized a female was sleeping beside him, he sat up quickly, looking around. He breathed a sigh of relief when realizing the situation around him. "Thank heavens," he sighed, "I thought I was married and…" he saw Legolas staring at him, "never mind."

Violet sat up, and stretched sleepily. "What's going on?" she said softly.

"There's a storm brewing outside. I've seen weather like this before. We need to find better shelter before it hits." Legolas said grimly.

"Who do you think you are, Clint Eastwood?" Artemis snapped.

"Someone here's not a morning person-" Legolas taunted.

"Someone's here's a little-"

"No, Mommy," Jack groaned, "I don't want to go to school… I want to stay home and bake cookies… grrllmmmnnnnggffffndy…"

Legolas sighed. "Like I said, we need to get into better shelter. I bet there's a cave somewhere up on that mountain. We'll pack up the tent just in case, and search the forest. Wake him up," he ordered Violet, exiting the tent. Artemis followed, now clearly in a sour mood. Violet began to shake Jack gently, whispering, "Captain… Captain Sparrow… we've got to get moving before-"

Jack opened his eyes. He looked around, and sighed, once again realizing he was not on his ship. But when realizing he was alone in the tent with Violet, he grinned and curled the ends of his moustache. "'Ello, sweet'eart…" he said in a dastardly pirate-y tone, and sat up. His dastardly plans were intercepted by the tent. Artemis and Legolas had removed the picks holding the tent down, and the whole canvas went flying up into Jack's face. "Ow…"

Violet went to help tear down the base, while Jack struggled to get out of the canvas. The four gathered the tent pieces together, and started up the mountain.

Jack headed up the group, slashing the trees in front of them like he was some explorer in the jungle. Violet was behind him, carrying the canvas; and a cranky Artemis was behind her, listening to Legolas behind.

"Hurry up, mortal boy! We don't have all day! Move it!"

Finally, Artemis turned slowly around, with an evil look on his pale face. "May I remind you, sir," he said in a dark voice, "who you are talking to. If I had my body guard here, he would have you down on the ground in a split second with your upper neck and joints paralyzed. And I'm the one who knows where all the right places to fracture are. Am I making myself clear?"

Legolas gulped, and nodded. He didn't want to take the chance of guessing whether or not this kid was bluffing. They continued on, until they reached halfway up the mountain. It was starting to rain. Jack continued to slash on. The rain made the thin shirt he was wearing stick to his chest and reveal his surprising muscles. Most women would've thought this very sexy, but Violet was too consumed in thinking about the rain to notice a pirate captain's rippling pectorals. They came to a dead end. It was a 10-foot high cliff blocking their way to the peak. Jack sighed, and looked for a way around.

"We need to get out of the rain," said Legolas from behind.

Jack turned around and said flatly, "No kidding."

Violet looked around, and noticed a hole covered by some bushes. She cleared the bushes away to reveal a pit. The pit was joined with a tunnel leading into a sort of cave. "What luck!" she happily cried, and turned the group. "Look here! I've found some shelter!"

Jack ran up, and examined the hole. "HaHA! You've done it!" He picked her up, and swung her around, hugging her tight. Artemis rolled his eyes. He mused on the thought of whether Jack was just overjoyed, or was searching for a way to get closer to Violet. The spinning Violet turned from pale to deep red to green in a matter of seconds.

"Someone should explore the cave to see if it's safe." Legolas said. All heads turned toward him. He sighed. "It's always the elf that has to do all the work."

Legolas jumped down into the pit, and turned to the three humans. He saluted, and walked into the cave. Suddenly, there was a strangled yell. Violet gasped. Jack jumped down into the cave and peered in. "Lego-lass!" he called, "Are you alright, mate?"

He stepped in, when a skeleton's hand grabbed him. Jack yelped, and jumped back. "NO! Not again!" he searched for his knife.

Legolas came out of the shadows, holding a skeleton and laughing in a girly, evil way. Violet sighed in relief. Artemis rolled his eyes yet again. Jack punched Legolas. Legolas fell back, crying.

"Oh, you stupid mortal!" Legolas cried, sitting on the muddy ground. "It was just a joke!"

"One of the basic rules with pirates, mate," Jack said grimly, heading into the tunnel, "is never joke around about dead people."

Artemis jumped down, and stopped to help Violet. (You must remember, dear readers, that Artemis- however rude, selfish, cynical, scary, and smart that he is- was the one with the most class out of the three men. And classy men have classy manners.) Violet paused to help the muddy Legolas up from the pit.

The cave was cool, yet musty. Legolas tried to strike a spark with the piece of flint he found next to the skeleton. By the skeleton was a little box of matches. While Artemis and Violet tried to pin up the damp piece of canvas to keep out the pouring rain, Jack and Legolas explored the cave.

"So… how did a cave get down here?" Legolas asked.

"This place was used for a rum storage. When I was in charge of the treacherous-blasted-thieving crew of the Black Pearl way back when, we started to explore this island for shelter. One of the crewmates, we used to call him Rummy, said he'd found a cave leading to the inside of the mountain. Said he killed 'bout a dozen natives to get there- but inside they had some sort of shrine thing. Well, we always thought old Rummy was crazy, so we never bothered to go look up there. But when the day came that we had to pack up and leave, old Rummy didn't want to leave his precious cave behind."

"So what did you do?" Legolas asked, interested.

"What'd you think we did? We left him behind to go mad!" Jack said, grinning evilly. "Of course, it was shortly after that when that-" he uttered a few curse words "bloody Barbosa threw me off my bloody ship onto this bloody island."

"And you never took a moment to look up here?"

Jack grew embarrassed. "I was set on revenge! Can you blame me!" he stammered.

"Oh, you Muggles are always set on revenge, you is," a familiar voice said from above. It echoed throughout the cave.

Jack looked around. "Where is that little runty…" he growled off into various cuss words.

Violet looked up from the canvas. "Don't make him angry, Captain…" she whispered.

"Yes, you wouldn't want to make Dobby angry, otherwise Dobby won't be able to give you the nice surprise the wizards made for making it up the mountain."

"What surprise?" Artemis asked, turning around. He could hear the echoes bounce around from one distinct place. He crept up to a little figure in the shadows.

"Dobby's not supposed to tell you, but since you haven't insulted Dobby yet, Dobby will make an exception. It is-"

Artemis pointed to where Dobby was standing, and Jack lunged at him. Dobby gave a horrified yelp, and they both rolled into the light. Dobby was clutching a brown bag. He kicked and struggled, but Jack had him in a headlock.

"You little maggot!" Jack roared. Dobby sneered, and bit his arm. Jack yelled, and released him.

"Dobby is very upset!" the evil shorty screeched. "You will pay, you Muggles!" he waved his hand, and the canvas flew open, flinging Violet back. A wave of water surged in, flooding the cave and hurling the four back. The wave lingered, then subsided, recoiling back to the ocean. Dobby was left unharmed. "That was for jumping on Dobby like that!" he sneered, and stomped out, leaving his bag.

Violet lay gasping at the back of the cave. She sat up. "Captain Jack? Artemis? Legolas?" she faintly said.

Jack rolled over. He looked extremely evil now that the dark eyeliner he had under his eyes was beginning to run. "THAT BLOODY MONGREL! HE ESCAPED ME AGAIN!" he hunched over, and said in a dark voice, "I'll hang his pelt on the foot of my bed in true pirate fashion once this is all over…"

Artemis spat out sea water. "What on earth was that?"

"You stupid mortals," Legolas sniffled, wringing his damp hair out to dry. "Haven't you figured out that you can't beat up that house elf?"

Violet sighed, and tied up her hair in a ribbon. Jack reached for the bag. Artemis managed to scamper over and snatch it away from him.

"Wait," he snapped, "think of what's inside here. That thing is obviously some sort of phsycomaniac. There could be weapons of mass destruction in there. Think about it."

Jack shuddered at the thought of what could be in there. He remembered the time his crew had pillaged a cargo ship, and taken boxes of merchandise they had no clue of what was inside, so they just called it a "surprise". Later they found out the ship had been carrying SPAM. Jack could never really look at a can of SPAM after that without getting queasy.

"But it could be something that we need to survive," Legolas pleaded. "Trust me, I know these people. When you get them angry, they explode. But when you do something they like, they reward you." He said in a quiet voice, "It's like they love to play God, or something."

Artemis had a slow werewolf grin spreading across his face. "Very well, Greenleaf. You can open the bag and see what's inside."

Legolas turned pale. "Me?" he gulped, then stuck out his chest, and said, "Very well, I'll do my best."

He walked over to the other side of the cave with the bag, and took a deep breath, before slowly opening the bag. He gasped.

"What is it?" Jack said, seeing if the elf wasn't deformed or sprouting another head.

"Presents!" Legolas gleefully said, holding up the bag. Inside were brightly decorated boxes. "There are a whole lot for Violet, and here are a lot of little ones for me, and here's one for Jack, and another for Violet, and another for Jack…"

Artemis leaned forward. "Are there any for me?" he said quietly. Violet looked at him. He looked like a little child standing outside of a candy store, watching his other friends eat lots of chocolate.

Legolas looked through them. "Jack, Legolas, Violet, Violet, Violet… there's probably one for you."

Artemis sat back. "Well, it's not like I need them anyway. I can probably buy all of that stuff for only a fraction of what it cost for the givers."

Violet looked down, reading the tags of her present. "From: Harry Potter. From: Harry Potter. From: Harry Potter." She looked up. "Who on Earth is Harry Potter?"

Legolas looked at the other sides of the tags. "This presents says, "Violet, this is for that annoying little habit of yours that makes you look so sexy,"

Violet opened up the box. Inside were about thirty hair ribbons. "How nice," Violet said, picking one up. She hadn't gotten a lot of present s in the last few years, so she supposed she would just have to be grateful.

Jack picked one of his up. "This one says, 'To Jack, You're so sexy. I wish I could comfort you on that big lonely island. Love, M. McGonagall. (P.S.: I am NOT a desperate 75-year-old witch who hates her tiny job of teaching miserable brats at a wizard's school.)' Okayyyyy," he opened the present up, and laughed joyously. "YES! Thank you, not-desperate-75-year-old!" he revealed two pistols, and a big blade. All of them had a tiny little cat wearing a witch hat on the handles.

Legolas read his card. "To Legolas, Even though you're just a stupid non-magic Muggle, I am impressed with you. So, here you go. Professor Dumbledore." He opened up the box. "Oh! Yay!" he pulled out a little makeup kit. "Complete with black mascara and eyeliner, three shades of blush and eye shadow, and four kinds of lip gloss!" he held the kit to him tight. "And it's Wizard-made, so it has a guarantee of longer-last!"

Artemis gave Legolas another disgusted look. Violet pulled another one of her boxes over. "To Violet," she read, "I hope you'll wear this on cold stormy nights and think of me. Harry." She opened up the box, and immediately closed it. "Ugh." She said, crinkling up her nose. Jack and Legolas dived for it.

"Let me see!" Jack growled, and yanked it away. He pulled out some very risqué scarlet lingerie, with black lace lining and a matching garter. Artemis' eyes grew very wide. Jack had an enormous grin on his face. "Ooh, scanky!"

Legolas crawled over to Violet. "Do you want that?" he asked. Violet looked as if she were going to be sick.

"I think that's enough presents for now," said Artemis quickly, standing up. "We should try to see if we can hunt something. I bet that Dobby thing has left some sort of clue. Sparrow, Greenleaf, you come with me. Violet, you stay here and see if anything comes up to the cave."

"But I want to-"

Jack approached Violet with a sense of manliness. "Violet," he said in a deep voice, "you could get hurt out there. Some things in life were meant to be handled by men."

"But-"

"Yes, yes, I know," Jack continued in the Cary Grant-like voice, "Arty-miss and Lego-lass really don't count as men, but we're just going to have to make due, aren't we?" he put his hands on her shoulders, and said, "I'm sure you'll be all right, lass. You're a good girl. You don't need to be afraid for us." He turned, grabbed his new weapons, and went out of the cave, the other two following him. Violet looked after them, and sighed. She knew this was a very good occasion to just say, "Men." And be done with it, but she felt that there were probably many more moments to come when she could say this