This chapter was much awesome fun to write. It was also very fast. I also cut it short cuz I think the rest of the story would work better with chapter 5.
Or maybe I'm just lazy. -shrugs-
Disclaimer: FMA and all related stuffs is not mine. The Cay is not mine. This fanfic is mine. If you steal it I'll send Dr. House after you- and believe me, he will kick your sorry underside.
Edward wouldn't admit it, but he was worried. Certainly, he didn't spend much time around Roy to know what he was like on a 24-hour basis, but he knew something was wrong. Roy barely spoke, and when he did he was vague and repetitive. Nothing like the Colonel he knew. And it only seemed to get worse as time went on.
It was their fourth day on the raft, sixth day out at sea. Roy felt his headache disappear, somewhat, but he still felt dizzy and tired. He assumed it was because he wasn't eating properly. His diet had been solely fish since the shipwreck, and barely any fish at that. Obviously, both alchemists were miserable.
Roy lay undisturbed in the shade, half asleep, half listening to Ed's legs splashing the water, half aware of the Sun beating down on them, half caring about his stomach rumbling.
He'd seen war. He'd seen worse than this. He could endure it.
Roy's quiet half-conscious nap was interrupted suddenly.
"HAHAH!"
Roy opened his eyes a slit, looking in Ed's direction but not really seeing anything.
"Colonel! Look at that!" Ed's voice was overflowing with relief. Roy slowly got up, opening his eyes fully to see what all the fuss was about. And then he saw it; poking up in the horizon was an unmistakable mound of green.
Roy's mouth curled into his first smile in two days. He knew they'd run into an island sooner or later, from the books he had read on the ship. He was just glad it was sooner and not later.
"Land, sweet land!" exclaimed Ed, now trying to doggy paddle the raft. Roy laughed.
"Don't tire yourself out, Fullmetal," he said. "It's a long way there. The paddling can wait."
Perhaps out of spite, Ed started to paddle even faster, only to fall on his back after a few seconds, visibly exhausted. Roy shook his head.
"I told you so," he sighed. "You're starving, I know that much. Let's wait a bit. I imagine we'll be close enough by tomorrow."
Ed wouldn't admit it. He'd been worried. But he was glad that Roy was at least speaking in full sentences now.
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"You want me to WHAT?!"
"Mind your tea, Fullmetal. You'll spill."
"Colonel, with all due respect, I am NOT getting on a boat with... With this..."
"And you refuse the orders of a commanding officer?"
"N-no, but..."
"Then you'll do this. You have no choice, boy!"
"Mmrrphghm..."
"Aw, don'tcha make such a sour face. Say waitress, sugar, please?"
"Yes, sir."
"Don't mock me..."
"I ain't mockin' ya, kid. This tea really does need sugar."
"I thought we'd be meeting at Headquarters, not in a tea shop..."
"'Tis cozier here."
"Pfh..."
"I'll pay. Don't wait up- gather your stuff. We're leaving in a couple hours."
"...As you say..."
"See?! I told you!"
"Big brother, he didn't even say anything."
"But did you see that smirk?"
"Brother..."
"He was enjoying that! And that Colonel Silver... Sheesh!"
"Well, he was kinda weird..."
"Kinda? He's a freak, if you ask me. I can't believe I'll be on a boat with them for a week... Why did they pick me, anyway?"
"I don't know, big brother, but-"
"Oh! Fullmetal!"
"What?!"
"It's a ship, not a boat."
I bet you can guess what my newest fandom is from the disclaimer... -sweatdrop-
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