A/N: I just realized how short this chapter was. I'll write a really really long one to make up for it as soon as I fix my word processor. *sigh*

To explain the dancing part- I put that in for a lot of reasons, even though it wasn't in the story. 1. If all they did was sit around and complain about how sad it was they were stranded, nothing interesting would happen. 2. Naturally, girls want to show off their new dresses (isn't that what girls do?) 3. Azelma needs a man-friend. 4. Eponine needs to get jealous! Because this IS a drama story, is it not?

Eponine glanced over for a second to see Azelma dancing with Enjolras. She actually was comfortable enough with him to dance with him? Wow. As for her, she would stick with her Monsieur Marius. She looked back at him. He was smiling at her. At her! Her heart nearly melted. She was glad if she had to be marooned with anyone, it was him, her family, and Enjolras, who appeared to her to have a lot of courage. The song ended as Azelma and Enjolras spun over next to them. All four turned to see what happened to the music.

Gavroche was staring out towards sea at the sky. It was getting dark again. He ran over to them.

"It's going to rain again!"

"This is not good," muttered Enjolras, his leadership kicking in. "Come now, everyone into the upstairs cabin. We'll collect things we need to survive, and after the storm passes Marius and I will find something to help us get to land." As he said that, some thunder rumbled, and everyone scurried up the stairs to get inside.

"I'll find something to eat!" said Gavroche, setting off to find where the food was stored, if any. Eponine and Azelma proceeded to gather more clothes that everyone could change into when they got to the island. Enjolras and Marius talked about how they would possibly get everyone to the island.

"Any lifeboats left?"

"None that I saw when I boarded the boat."

"Can we use the benches to float over?"

"That would require some swimming, Marius. I'm sure some people wouldn't be too happy with that. Including your little mistress, there." Enjolras grinned, as he was able to coax a blush out of Marius. It wasn't difficult, but it relived his annoyance with Marius slightly.

"You know she's not my mistress. And, since you don't like any of my ideas, what do you suggest?" Enjolras was about to answer when Gavroche bounded in, banging whatever he was dragging behind him on the wall accidentally.

"Look, look!" he shouted excitedly. Everyone started making their way over to him, stepping over luggage and around strewn pieces of clothing the ladies had been picking out. From behind him, Gavroche pulled 8 wooden tubs, stacked inside each other. They looked like barrels cut in half- they probably were. The one stacked on top contained food of all sorts. Everyone gasped in delight.

"Where did you find the food?" Eponine asked, delighted.

"More importantly, where did you find those tubs?" asked Enjolras.

"Why are the tubs important? Besides, I just brought them because we could put them out in the rain and have a good washing up!" said Gavroche.

"We can use them for more important things than that," replied Enjolras. He continued when everyone looked confused. "We can attach them together and make a sort of a raft, to help us get to shore!"

"Your ideas are always better than mine." said Marius. "Lets get to it, then!"