Author's Note: Just a little bit more craziness from me. This fic stands alone, but I suggest you read 'The Pancake Episode' first to understand my madness! Read and review my lovelys!

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Don't sue.

Gundams on the High Seas
By The 41st Magaunac AKA Muse of Arabia

Part 2

"Finally, a bit of peace and quiet…" said Heero to himself as he escaped the depths of the boat to a do a little fishing. After all, when you spent every day chasing OZ agents around the solar system, you need a peaceful hobby…

He put some bait on the end of the line and threw it in to the water below with an expert flick. He put his head in his arms, the rod hanging loosely in his hands, leaning against the railing, falling into a light doze.

You would've thought he'd have known better really. Anyone who's anyone knows that it can be seriously damaging to one's health to leave yourself unguarded while Duo is on the loose. And if Shinigami is bored… well. God help you.

Shinigami was VERY bored. He had discovered that seeing how many things he could say to gross out Quatre was just not as entertaining as irritating his favourite stoic victim. He climbed up the ladder leading from the lower decks, and began his thorough search. It didn't take long.

Duo found Heero half asleep while standing, dangling his fishing rod over the side into the blue ocean beneath. A grin spread across his lips, and he rubbed his hands together with glee.

"Time for some fun…"

He glanced around for something appropriate to annoy Heero with, looking behind the nearby crates until he found the very thing he was looking for. He picked it up in both hands, grateful he wasn't squeamish, and began to creep across the deck. He had to be extremely quiet. Heero had been trained to pick up even the most minute of sounds, however, Duo had been taught to pilot the stealthiest of Gundams, and soon he was standing directly behind Heero.

Slowly and gently, he reached down a finger, hooking it under the elastic of the top of Heero's famed spandex shorts, holding his weapon of torture in the other hand. He slowly inched it above the gap he had created…

and…

He released it, dropping it into Heero's shorts. Now came the time for an extremely fast getaway…

Heero's eyes shot open, a look of intense confusion and discomfort appearing on his face, just as Duo leapt behind the nearest crate, and crouched there, his hands over his mouth.

'What the…?!' thought Heero as he took a step backwards, and shifted his hips. There was something wet, squidgy and most importantly COLD in his shorts. He considered for a moment that there were more down sides to going commando than he had first anticipated.

He could barely speak. His mouth made small, incoherent noises as he took wobbly steps across the deck. 'So… cold… so… cold… can't… breathe…'

It was right around this moment that poor hapless Trowa came around from the other side of the deck, still glancing behind him, checking that Wufei wasn't following. He stared at Heero for a moment, who had gone extremely pale, and was walking as though he had a barge pole stuck up his backside.

"Troo…" Heero managed to mumble, as he staggered over, gripping Trowa by the waist in an attempt not to fall over.

"Heero, what on Earth are you doing?" asked Trowa, trying to peel Heero off him.

"The pain… cold… so very cold…"

"Heero, you're not making any sense!"

Heero finally managed to find his voice above the cold and soggy feeling in his spandex, and yelled, "It's in my shorts!! Help me Trowa, there's something in my shorts!!!"

Trowa blinked. "What?"

"Aaaaaaah!!! It's so cold! What if it eats my manly bulge!" Heero gripped Trowa even harder. "Save meeeeee!"

"There's something in your shorts? Like what, your butt??" said Trowa, looking very dubious.

"It's ALIVE! I can feel it moving!! Oh the profanity!!" wailed Heero, "Please get it out, get it out, get it out!!"

"All right, all right, just so long as you stop making those camp wrist movements!" Trowa yelled back, trying to help Heero stand up straight.

"Thank you!" said Heero, gratefully, turning around. "Please hurry!!"

"I really… don't want to do this."

"Please hurry!"

"What if someone sees?"

"No one's here, just get ON with it!"

Heero was SO wrong.

Duo clapped both hands even tighter around his mouth. It was fortunate that Trowa and Heero were talking so loudly, or he might have already given himself away by now. He wished he had a camera on him.

"All right, all right," said Trowa, plunging both hands into Heero's spandex shorts. No sooner had he done so, than…

"TROWA! HOW COULD YOU?" Quatre had chosen this moment to emerge from the lower decks, and was now standing on the top deck, his bright blond hair blowing awry, and his normally pale complexion bright pink with anger. He looked like a giant liquorice all-sort.

"Quatre! Wait! It's not what it looks like!" yelled Trowa, bringing both hands behind his back, and also going a little bit pink in the cheeks.

"We are soooooooooo over!" yelled Quatre, running off across the deck, and back down the ladder again.

Abandoning Heero in his time of need, Trowa ran after Quatre, yelling, "I can explain!!"

Heero had practically collapsed by this point, along with the braided troublemaker behind the crate, who was finding it hard to breathe from laughing so hard.

"Fine, if you won't help me, I guess I'll have to manage on my own!" Heero yelled after Trowa, cracking his knuckles, and taking a quick glance around him to check there was no one coming. Unfortunately, he missed the figure in white who was rapidly approaching.

He pulled open his spandex with a thumb, putting one hand down there to have a feel around for whatever object it was that was causing so much discomfort. The figure in white came up behind, and pulled him around.

"Yuy, have you seen Barton around her… KISAMA! What the Hell are you DOING???" yelled Wufei, shielding his eyes from the sight before him.

"Umm…" Heero replied, bringing his hand out of his shorts, and trying to grab Wufei's arm with it. "I can explain this!"

"Don't touch me!! That is disgusting! With THAT hand! Have some RESPECT! Have you no HONOUR?? On the middle of the deck, where anyone could… There is a time and a place for everything, Yuy!!"

"This is NOT what it looks like!"

"My arse it's not!" yelled Wufei, continuing to look extremely appalled. "Now I'm going to have to disinfect my entire body! If I could, I'd gouge out my eyes so I could leave them to clean in a pool of bleach for a week!!" With these final parting words, Wufei ran off across the deck and down into the galley, his hand over his mouth, making a B-line for the bathroom.

Heero blinked, wondering if that last 10 minutes of his life had really happened. It was during this silent thought that Heero finally heard giggling from behind a nearby crate.

'There is only ONE person who laughs like that…' thought Heero, as he approached the crate, and peered over the top into a pair of cobalt blue eyes which gazed back up at him like a rabbit caught in headlights.

"Uhh… Hi Heero!" said Duo, trying to smile innocently.

"Hello Duo," said Heero, reaching into his shorts to pull out his revolver. He pointed it at Duo. "Goodbye Duo."

Duo stared at him for a moment before falling back into a torrent of giggles again. Heero blinked and looked down at the object in his hand.

It was a fish. A wet, squidgy, and most importantly COLD fish. The same that had been residing in his shorts for the past 10 minutes.

Heero glared at it, then dropped it on to the deck, and reached back into his spandex to pull forth his revolver. He clicked off the safety catch and pointed it at Duo's head. "Now where was I? Oh yes…"

"Now, Heero…"

"Omae…"

"Let's not do anything too hasty…"

"O…"

"You wouldn't hurt your best friend, would you?"

"KOROSU!!!"

"It was only a little joke!" Duo shrieked like a girl and leapt out of the way, just as a bullet embedded itself next to where his head had been a moment earlier.

The screams of fear echoed well into the evening.

To be continued...

End of Part 2!