Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Final Fantasy characters in this story.

Author's notes: This was just a special request by Aleks the Lighthearted. He wanted something to happen to Eiko, and since I couldn't find a place to put it in the final chapter of Anger, I decided to make it an ATE. :D

Further ATE goofiness can be created upon request.

This chapter takes place after chapter 24 of Shattered Mind: Anger.

Shattered Mind ATE chapter 4- Get This Thing Offa Me!!!

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The voyage had been going well. The World Heroes, as Trevor seemed to jokingly call their cadre, had been sailing for three days and nights. The going was slow, and it wasn't until the fourth day that the Outer Continent disappeared from sight.

Zidane had done well learning how to pilot their small ship, which he had renamed the Tantalus II. Trevor had found some maps and took over as navigator while Amarant did all the heavy lifting, pulling on ropes, adjusting sails and moving supplies.

Dagger mostly kept to herself, still mourning her mother's loss. She had been doing better as the days progressed, but still preferred isolation at the side of the ship as she watched the waves. Vivi, who was prone to motion sickness, just stayed in the underbelly of the ship, praying that he wouldn't throw up.

Eiko, however, was a bit more curious. She had never been this far from the village before, and even though Maiden Sari had a boat in its dock, she had never been sailing. Everything about it fascinated her as she explored and ran around every inch of the boat daily. It more than once got on Amarant's nerves and nearly got the little girl thrown overboard.

Still, Eiko was enjoying herself. The weather was nice, the food—although worse than what she normally ate—was decent, and she had plenty of time to talk to Zidane now that Dagger was off on her own.

Also, Queen Brahne's corpse was busy stinking up the top deck.

They had tried many times to move it, but the enormous queen's ridiculously fat ass was far too heavy to move. Even Amarant, who managed all the heavy sails on his own, was unable to make Brahne's body budge. Worst of all, it had been cooking in the open sunlight for several days and was starting to smell like a slow day in a manure factory.

Naturally, Eiko was curious about it and repeatedly poked Brahne with a stick when Dagger wasn't looking.

"My grandpa said people go up to heaven when they die," Eiko said to Amarant while he was working. "Is that what you think happened to this lady?" She gave Brahne another quick jab.

"Hell if I care," Amarant replied.

"I mean, she was evil, but Dagger says she was really nice before. Would she go to heaven then? Or maybe there's some other place people can go to."

"I really don't care kid."

"Well, maybe she was really nice before, but then her evil made it so she couldn't get into heaven."

"Shut up."

"Oh! Or maybe she had to spend time in heaven, but then had to go someplace bad. It could be like she had to move every week or so and spend time in both places!"

"Shut up!"

"But that would get confusing. What if she got her days mixed up? Does she get to have do-overs?"

"Why don't you ever shut up?"

"Hey Amarant?"

"WHAT?!?!"

"Are all the queens from the Mist Continent this big and squishy?"

"…"

"Does that mean Dagger's going to be big and squishy?"

"That's it. I'm killing myself." Amarant took the rope he was holding and began to tie a noose.

"Amarant!" Trevor suddenly yelled from the cabin. "Big wave coming! Hang on to something!"

Amarant looked ahead and saw the wave coming straight at them. It was large enough to rock the boat pretty hard. He grabbed onto the railing of the ship and held on tightly.

Eiko, however, had been far too busy wondering about how queens ate to hear the warning. The ship rocked up one way, then quickly snapped up as it cleared the rough water. It snapped so hard that Eiko lost her footing and landed face first onto the deck.

Even worse, the wave was capable of moving the dead queen's corpse. It rolled over once and landed on poor little Eiko. The little summoner was trapped under the mound of rotting flesh and desperately screamed for help, but it came out as little more than a whimper. The smell was atrocious and she couldn't breath with the queen's five hundred pound frame crushing her little body. All she could do was kick her legs like a midget trapped under an elephant.

"Ahh… finally some quiet," Amarant said as he went back to work.