A/N: This story is so much fun! Haha, take note of everyone's relationship with each other. I'm going to make it a little surprising. I hope. Review? :)

Upstairs, in the cabin, Enjolras and Gavroche were rummaging through luggage to find new clothes for Gavroche and picking out anything that they could use later. Downstairs, Marius was helping the ladies get unstuck. They had found that if Marius took Eponine's hand and pulled, Azelma could gently separate Eponine's skirt from the seat, fold by fold. It took a minute or two, put Eponine got free. It was then Azelma's turn to get unstuck.

"Here, take my hands." said Marius, holding his arms out to her. Azelma glanced at Eponine, afraid that if she touched Monsieur Marius, Eponine would get mad at her. She knew how much her sister adored him. But Eponine nodded, slightly, so Azelma took hands with Marius, looking away and blushing a bit. Eponine separated Azelma's skirt, and a minute later they were all free. They went upstairs noting that the sky was clearing a bit.

When they walked in the cabin, Gavroche ran up to them.

"Look, looka' me!" said Gavroche, turning around for them to look at him. He had not only gotten new pants, but had changed his whole outfit, which was quite an improvement from the rags he had been wearing when he boarded the boat. He looked quite smart and handsome in them. Enjolras came over, carrying dresses.

"We found these also, if the mademoiselles would like to change into them?"

Eponine and Azelma looked delighted at this idea. The three boys went downstairs so the two of them could change. While they were downstairs, they pondered what they were going to do.

"There's land there!" shouted Gavroche, who had noticed what appeared to be an island in front of them.

"I don't think we were trying to sail to that island, do you think?" asked Marius. He then noted that Enjolras was not with them. He was looking over the side of the boat to where all the poor had fallen out. He took a flower out of his pocket, which he for some reason had always carried with them, and dropped it into the water. None of the poor ever had the opportunity or money to know how to swim. They'd all drowned as soon as they hit the water. Some had become trapped under the boat and couldn't get out and drowned there. It was horrible.

Marius came and stood next to Enjolras, actually being quiet for a moment, and put his hand on Enjolras's shoulder.

"We'll be fighting for them and their families." Instead of comforting Enjolras, which was what Marius was trying to do, Enjolras suddenly realized.

"We're going to miss the revolution! MERDE! Marius, why did you drag me on this thing?"

Enjolras stalked off, heading upstairs. At the same time, Eponine and Azelma were trying to come down. Enjolras wasn't looking where he was going, and bumped into Eponine, making the both of them get awfully close to each other.

"Oh, I'm sorry Monsieur," said Eponine, frozen near him in shock. "I didn't mean—"

"No, it was me, my apologies." Enjolras interrupted, his temper calming slightly. He didn't want to get mad at a lady. He looked down at her slightly. They were still close to each other. Enjolras noted how he liked how her head fit perfectly under his chin. They stayed like this a few moments longer then necessary, then Eponine blushed and slipped past him to show Marius what she looked like in her dress.

Enjolras turned to continue going up the stairs. He wasn't exactly sure why he was still going up, for his temper had cooled significantly since his encounter with Eponine. As he turned, he saw Azelma staring at him. She had a small little smile on her face, and Enjolras raised an eyebrow at her. She immediately dropped her head and blushed, sliding past him hurriedly.

Enjolras stood there for a minute or two before deciding to go back downstairs. He found a rather happy sight to meet his eyes. Eponine was romping around the deck with Marius, and Azelma was dancing with Gavroche who was standing on a bench so he was slightly taller than her. Enjolras couldn't help but let out a 'ha!' at the festivities, attracting only the eyes of Azelma, everyone else was focused on their dancing. Enjolras walked over to Azelma and Gavroche.

"May I have this next dance?" he asked Azelma. She blushed profusely but took his arm. Gavroche opened his mouth to protest but Enjolras gave him a wink, so he decided to be the orchestra by clapping and stomping and making something loud of himself.

Enjolras attempted to do the same dance that Eponine and Marius were doing, but found Azelma was not very good at it. She was smiling but wouldn't look at Enjolras. Everytime he changed hands and rested a different one on her hip, she flinched.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, mademoiselle?" he asked her quietly. Azelma blushed even more and shook her head, still not meeting his eyes. He bent down to gaze at her level, making eye contact. She finally talked to him.

"I-it's not just you...don't, don't take this personally or anything...I'm s-sorry, I know I shouldn't be like this, I don't know why I a-am..."

"It's alright mademoiselle, you don't need to apologize, I just don't wish to make you uncomfortable."

"Well, a-actually, I do rather like dancing...I-i've never done it before, if you c-cant tell." She smiled a little bit.

"Well," said Enjolras, standing back up all the way, "you're quite good, for a first timer." He spun her around. "Let's go show your sister how good you are, shall we?" He directed her in their direction, dancing towards Eponine and Marius.

"Monsieur...h-how often do you dance?" Enjolras smiled, happy she was comfortable enough around him to start a conversation.

"Not much more than you. In fact, this may only be my fourth time." He felt her relax in his arms slightly.

"Oh! I would think you'd've...erm...danced with many girls..."

"Ha! Me? No, I have only one love, her name is Patria."