My first is in name, but not in your shelf,
My second a sound, made in surprise,
My third is my eye and my self,
My fourth is a pirates call, made to chastise,
My fifth waits in caves, within an elf,
My sixth is my first, a word to the wise,
My seventh is with her, not him,
And my last is mysterious, used on a whim.
What Am I?