In the Isles of Amertis the crown, a.k.a. King Bradley, controls the surrounding seas. King Bradley's word is law, and a strict one. Amertis's royal navy heavily protects all government waters. Mostly they are protected from pirates.

The most famous of the pirates are the ones aboard The Alchemy, with the Captain nicknamed the King of the Sea. The Alchemy and her fierce Captain have caused many problems for the royal navy, including raiding merchant ships and assaulting navy ships. Many citizens support The Alchemy and her crew, because of the constant wars and bloodshed King Bradley has ensued in the past.

Roy Mustang is a recently promoted Captain in the Royal Navy of Amertis. His new mission, kill the Pirate King.

The Captain chuckled. When the captain chuckled it only meant one of two things; 1) terrible things are going to happen to the enemy, or 2) terrible things are going to happen to the crew. Hopefully it's the former.

Alfonse Hendrich, (1) the first mate of the rebel pirates aboard the Alchemy, had just finished telling the "King of the Sea" about the attack the royal navy had planned for them. 'Oh No! The Captain's hysterical!'

Turning in his swivel chair, (2) the Captain faced his first mate. "Al, instead of running away, like those government dogs would, we are going to plan right into their hands." Smiling he continued, "Until we strike with a trap of our own."

Of course, even before he had received the information the Captain had a plan forming in the back of his mind. 'My report was only to acquire the details.' Now Al understood, his Captain wasn't at all hysterical, but he was bloody brilliant.

"Alfonse, please go inform the crew of the new plans." He paused for a second then resumed speaking, "Also after we defeat this new Captain we shall celebrate, with a feast."

"Aye, Aye Captain."

"Do you understand the ploy?" I questioned.

My new crew nodded showing their comprehension. The blonde with the cigar, (3) what is his name? Maybe, Havoc? The man spoke "All we're going to do is surround them, in the Dublith channel, right?"

"In a nutshell, yes." I began. "It has to be inside the channel because it's so narrow and difficult to sail through, so the won't have a chance of escaping. And, as we only have two ships; the Flame and Fullmetal, it would be much more difficult to overwhelm them in open water. Also since this kind of manoeuvre has been attempted previously, we'll have to be quick, they have a large quantity of skill in scaling the cliffs."

"It's been tried before?" Another subordinate whose name I could not recall, asked.

"Which is the reason they won't be expecting it, and how we shall be prepared for their attempt at escaping." I answered "We'll strike at the first opportunity tomorrow." After finishing speaking I dismissed them with a wave of me hand. 'I really hope this works.'

"Load the Port and Starboard cannons! Prepare the climbing ropes! Now everyone OUT OF THE SHIP!!" Pirates scrambled off the Alchemy, and scaled the cliffs oaf the Dublith channel.

"Alright men! Today we shall make history, by capturing the King of the Sea…" Continuing with his speech Mustang's thoughts drifted.

When he finished speaking Roy paused to watch as his crew busied themselves on deck. Suddenly Mustang turned sharply on his heel and returned to his captain's quarters. Sinking into the chair behind his oversized mahogany desk, and began to review his plan again. No flaws were found in any aspect of it, yet there was an unshakable feeling that something was wrong. 'Great, now I'm paranoid.'

Shaking the thought out of his mind, Roy cleared his mind, just in time to hear someone rap on the door. "Captain Mustang, everything is ready for the attack, we're just waiting for your command."

Roy stood up silently, and quickly (but just as noiselessly) crossed the room, where he snapped the door open. Revealed was the blonde with the cigar. 'I should really learn this man's name.' Striding over to the helm, Mustang noticed that the blonde was following him. 'Oh-well he's probably just waiting for something to do.' The Captain pulled his collapsible golden telescope form his pocket, and placed it against his eye. Looking through the telescope, Roy watched as the Alchemy sat on top of the waters, becalmed, right in the middle of the channel.

"Raise the sails!" Captain Mustang shouted to his crew. "Fire the signal cannon!" The signal cannon was another brilliant idea Roy had come up with, alerting the other ship to advance would have proved to be very difficult had he not come up with it.

Roy's ship came closer and closer to the Alchemy, but they didn't do anything. No cannons or gunfire, they didn't even attempt to raise their sails. It confused Mustang, 'what are they scheming?'

When the ship reached her target, realization hit the Captain. They weren't there. There was no one aboard the Alchemy. She looked slightly abandoned without people on board her.

"Pirates! We're under attack!" A cry came from the main deck. 'Is he blind! There are no pirates in sight!" Turning to locate the idiot who had shouted, Mustang discovered that he was mistaken. There were pirates, a lot of pirates, and they had managed to sneak aboard his ship.

Drawing his sword, Roy defended himself against the pirate who had decided to challenge him.