Muhuhuhuhuhu! Another FMA fanfic! No, I have not abandoned my precious Zelda stories. I'm writing! Writing like the wind! Believe me! -huggles Link-

This story is based off of "The Cay" so if you've read that book... Yeah. You should notice some major plot points in common.

Also, this story is more of a "test drive" of a new style I'm trying out. So please comment and help me, kay? I apologize in advance if any characters are out of context.

DISCLAMAMERMATHINGER: Ownership of Fullmetal Alchemist be not of myself. Yo.

It felt very weird. If asked to describe it, Roy would say it felt like a coconut. An odd way to describe a headache, but that's what he thought when he woke up to find his head hurting very badly... like a coconut.

He could feel he was on something uncomfortable, that swayed gently. Water sprinkled onto his face. He groaned and turned over, placing a hand on his forehead. He couldn't open his eyes; it hurt too much.

"Hey!" came a familiar voice a little over to his right. "You awake?"

"Uhnnnnn."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"...What... happened...?" Roy asked, trying to get up, but suddenly feeling very dizzy, he lay down again.

"You don't remember?"

"Remind me."

"Well... There was that rebellion on the ship... Somehow, the ship exploded. Yeah, both of us nearly drowned."

"Is that so?" He remembered now.

"Right. It's awful hard to swim when you've got automail." Roy heard metal clink. "I don't know what happened to you. You where unconscious when I found you."

"Something fell on my head." Right. The headache.

"You seem ok, but you've been sleeping for quite a while. About five hours, I'd say..." Roy heard something clink. "Nah, a bit less. Four hours."

"Umph." Roy heard the sound of water splashing.

"Care for some fish?"

"...Fish?" Sure, they were in the middle of the ocean, but they didn't have anything to fish with.

"I made a little hook."

"What about the bait?"

"No bait. Fish are just stupid like that, if you know how to do it right." A light chuckle, and another splash. "There we go. Look, can you make some fire? I don't like raw fish."

Roy sat up slowly this time, and he didn't get dizzy. Although his head felt tender and painful, he opened his eyes.

Ed sat there on the edge of the raft, holding two fish about the size of his palms. He had a hook in his mouth, and he was smirking. He was wearing only his pants, and Roy realized he wasn't wearing his jacket or shirt himself. He looked around and saw that their clothes were piled in a corner, along with their boots. Roy noticed his gloves were there as well and reached for them, trying to ignore the soreness of his body. Ed watched him quietly.

"...How are we going to do this?" Ed frowned a bit, then set the fish aside and clapped his hands, transmuting his arm into a spear. He impaled the fish and held out his arm, nodding. Roy understood. He snapped his fingers, keeping a steady flame under the fish. Soon they were roasted and ready to eat.

3 AM that morning

"Colonel! Colonel!" The cry was loud and desperate. Roy jolted up immediately. Still in a daze from waking up so suddenly, he staggered to the door and opened it.

"Colonel Mustang." Two guards were waiting at the door, sweating and panting. "Some of the men, they're alchemists."

"What?"

"They're freeing all the others. We can't contain them," one of the guards said. There was shouting from down the front of the ship.

"What about Colonel Silver?"

"We don't know what happened to him, but he's gone." A loud clang came from down the ship. "The Fullmetal Alchemist is up there trying to subdue some of them, but we don't know how much longer he will last. It's not like he has much material to work with without damaging the ship."

"We're lucky I fell asleep with my clothes on. Come on," Roy said, and marched down towards the commotion.

It was too fast to avoid.

Roy almost always tried to keep from injuring a person if it was unnecessary, but the man was not holding back. He had a fierce speed that was almost blinding, and he fought with whatever he could find- a broken old pipe, a piece of wood, even trying to strangle the Colonel with some rope. But Roy had enough experience to fight back, and he decided this man could not be stopped by normal means. And so he shot his flames trying to get him by surprise and turn the tables.

What he didn't know was that this man had another card up his sleeve.

Out of all places, they were right next to the engine room. And out of all people, this man was an alchemist.

A flame alchemist.

"Edward!" At the call of his name, the boy turned around, smashing two thugs into each other in the process. He was on deck, and the bodies of defeated prisoners surrounded him. More men were fighting with the guards, but it was a clumsy fight. The sky decided to make things even more complicated by stirring up a storm, and enormous waves crashed against the sides of the ship. It was raining heavily, and every once in a while a clap of thunder was heard. Edward didn't know what to expect as Roy ran up to him, but he barely had the time to think. Roy smashed into Ed sending both overboard.

Moments later, the ship exploded.

Swearing and gasping for breath, Edward found himself pulled underwater. It was bad enough that there was a storm, but Edward was a bad swimmer, and his automail was too heavy for him to float. Like a helpless puppy, he yelped as yet another wave pushed him down. Waving his arms around, something brushed against his hand and he grabbed on firmly. Pulling himself up, he realized it was a wooden door. He climbed on and held tightly as the waves pushed him around. The door bonked into something else- an upside down table. Without thinking twice, Ed clapped his hands and merged the two together.

Ed looked around, and all he saw was the black water, the rain and countless people drifting away in the ocean. Lightning flashed, and for a second Ed saw someone floating in the water next to his raft. Ed reached into the water and pulled out the person, realizing it was Roy. He was heavy and unconscious, and Ed couldn't pull him up. A wave coming from the opposite side lifted Roy for a second and he slid onto the raft.

"Thank you!" Ed yelled at the sea. He held the Colonel tightly, knowing that the only thing he could do now was wait.

BOO!

Yes, weird. Chapter 2 is done. Chapter 3 should be finished soon. Muahahahahahaha.

-Julia-