Disclaimer: WookieeBeta does not own Jimmy Buffett or his song, "Changes in Latitude, Changes in Attitude". She does own his daughter's name, but that's not her fault. She also suggests that you go listen to some of his stuff because Buffett is the awesome. In addition, she refuses to make this disclaimer in every chapter because the title has nothing to do with fanfiction – it was a convenient turn of phrase that, unfortunately, has already been used.

Disclaimer: WookieeBeta does not own Yuugiou. She considers herself lucky to have one badly-dubbed DVD and two English-style manga. All lawsuits will be ignored.

Warning: Language.

Changes in Latitude, Changes in Attitude

Chapter One: Foul Weather

By WookieeBeta

It was a dark and stormy night. Howling winds whipped the sea's surface into white-capped waves and tossed them carelessly onto the shore, where they pounded mercilessly against age-old stone. A lone bird struggled against the storm.

Miles below the surface, a giant submarine building swayed ever so gently. A tiny camera swiveled to stare out of a nearby porthole; the water was darker than usual, clouded with swirling filth and sediment. The mini-computer within the camera recorded the weather and sent the data on to the central terminal. A quiet beep was the only acknowledgement.

"Ra-damned storm," Marik cursed. Having lived on a boat for several months just recently, he knew what the almost unnoticeable vibrations under his feet meant. He also knew that this was the one time he couldn't blow anything up - if he breached the outer hull, the giant ship would have to surface, and in a storm of this magnitude that was out of the question. And he couldn't exactly take over the world if he died here, could he?

"Stupid stupid Ra-damned storm..."

The other minds contained within the structure were blissfully unaware of the storm. Or, rather, this particular one.

"Why in hell did he have to lose during the Ice Ages!" Jou raged. "It's fricking freezing!"

Yuugi shivered violently, hugging himself to conserve at least some warmth. "It's not as bad as it could be, Jou," he said. "At least Kaiba won, and Mokuba's back where he should be. Right, guys?" He tossed a glance over at the Kaiba brothers, but the elder was busy wrapping his trench coat around the younger, so he received no reply. Biting his lip to keep back a sigh, he plowed onward through the rising snow.

"We've got to get to shelter," Shizuka said a long while later. Her voice was weak. "I'm...going numb..."

Honda, still trapped as a robo-monkey, jumped from her shoulder onto Jou's and scrambled up onto the blonde's head. "There's something big not too far away. We can try for that," he reported. It took another hour and a half of forcing their way through knee-high snow (considerably higher for poor Yuugi) to make it there; 'there' turned out to be the lee-side of the overturned truck.

"Never thought I'd see this again," Jou sighed. He ran a hand over the icy steel.

"Never thought I'd want to," Otogi retorted, scowling. He'd been tossed from the back, thanks to Jou's wonderful driving skills. "My back still hurts, thanks to you."

Yuugi collapsed against the truck, thanking every deity he could think of for the relative warmth it provided. Anzu followed suit. He leaned his head against her shoulder for a moment, wanting nothing more than to fall into the deep blackness of sleep, but then his eyes snapped back open.

"You're shivering!"

"And y-y-you're n-not?" she chattered, gesturing at his own quaking form.

He gave an embarrassed grin, but peeled off his school jacket. "Here," he said, handing it to her. "Take this."

"But what about you?" she asked incredulously. He shrugged, and she took the offered jacket hesitantly. "Thanks, Yuugi," she murmured.

"You're welcome..."

A/N 1: Yeah, yeah, short, I know. This was originally written as one really really long short story, and it doesn't break up very well, so…yeah. There are going to be a lot of little chapters. I'll try to post two or three at a time, though.

The inspiration for this particular slice of insanity actually came from playing a game on the computer…one little scene, that was all I wanted! Seriously! I just…didn't…leave it that way… sweatdrop

A/N 2: Fixed a couple of typos and changed the title. – WB 08Nórui2006