Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun

Note: For all you windshippers out there, sorry, no love connection between Ivan and Sheba. They are just going to be friends (gasp).

For everyone who says that I'm one of the only valeshippers out there: I know it's true, but hey, I want to read something too. I love valeshippers and steamshippers but no one writes them anymore. I have read everyone out there at least once, and there aren't many good ones. I don't care how horrible you are at writing, I am just asking for more of you to compose something, no matter how cliched, fluffy, or angsty it is as long as there are more Jenna/Isaac and Mia/Garet pairings. Please...

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"Hey guys, guess what?" An elated Piers' voice rang through the cottage. "I found the map. Some idiot hid it under my bed!" He held up the piece of paper triumphantly. It was still early morning, and the news was unwelcome to his slumbering companion's ears.

"Uggh..." Ivan stood up and stretched. "Hmm, it looks like someone attempted to figure out word jumbles on the back. By the way, the word isn't grof, it's frog."

"Ohhh...only an idiot couldn't figure that one out," Piers said with a nervous laugh.

"So Piers, how did it get under your bed?" Mia asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know," He said. "I was searching for my slippers when I found it. At first I thought it was a random piece of paper, but when I turned it over, there was a picture of Weyard."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's figure out where we are," Felix snatched the map out of Piers' hands and opened it. A little yellow dot jumped out at him from the parchment. "Well, here we are near Gaia Falls," He said, putting his finger on the yellow dot. He traced it up North-east to the area in which Loho laid. "And there is where we want to go."

"We should leave after we have something to eat," Mia said.

"It's your turn to cook, Mia," Ivan pointed out.

"I know," She said. "But I have to check up on Isaac. You can do it today, Ivan, and I'll relieve you of your turn tomarrow." The boys groaned. Ivan was no master chef when it came to food preparation. The last time it was his turn to cook, the food not only came out burned but the fowl was turned into some sort of slimey soup that smelled like cantalope.

Ivan, on the other hand, thought of himself as a wonderful cook. He always enjoyed comimg up with new recipes to give to the rest of the team. He just didn't understand why all of their faces turned green whenever he pulled something off the fire and stuffed it under their faces. At first he thought it was the rocking of the boat that made them seasick, but he reasoned with himself that the girls were always much more liable to seasickness than the tough men, and they always politely swallowed down the food. (They did unconsciously make faces, but Ivan assumed it was because they liked it so much.)

Mia walked into the small closet- er room that Isaac was in. Jenna was still sleeping, sitting on the floor next to the bed, her head resting against the mattress. Isaac, too, was sleeping. His breathing was no longer ragged, and his arm looked as if it had healed pretty well during the night.

Mia Miracle Potion works again!

Mia quietly nudged Jenna awake. After Isaac had fallen asleep, Jenna went into the room to make sure he was alright all through the night, even though Mia ensured her that he would be fine. It was obvious that Jenna had been awake most of the time because when her deep brown eyes fluttered open, Mia noticed the dark circles under them.

"How's Isaac?" Jenna asked with a yawn.

"I'm just about to check on him," Mia said. "Ivan is making breakfast out there; so, perhaps you should join everyone else out there, while I get Isaac up."

"He needs his rest," Jenna said. "Maybe you ought to let him sleep for a while."

"It's ok," Mia said, helping Jenna up from the floor. "What I gave him should have him up and walking today. The only side effects are drowsiness and crankiness, but he can rest on the ship if he needs to."

"How do we expect to anywhere today if the map is still lost?" Jenna murmured, her eyelids partially closed signifying she was still half-asleep.

"Piers found it," Mia explained. "And the weather seems to have calmed. With a little luck, we could probably reach Loho today."

"Good," Jenna half-walked, half-stumbled into the main room. Almost immediately, her eyes burned from the sudden onslaught of light. Ivan was unsuccessfully trying to light the oven, with no help from Garet who was speaking to Felix and Piers. Jenna went over and created a few sparks to get him going. She knew everyone else who despise her for the act (if Ivan couldn't light a fire, he couldn't cook), but right now, she was too tired to care.

"Wow, Jenna, you looked knocked out," Sheba commented.

"That's what I get for only getting a few hours of sleep on a wooden floor for the last few nights," She mumbled.

"How's Ize-guy doing?" Sheba teased.

"Dunno, Mia's tending to him right now."

"Did I hear my name?" Mia walked over to the two girls.

"Yeah, you know I remember a time when you two would never have a moment of peace knowing he was alone with the other," Sheba said with a dramatic sigh. "It's amazing what a few days can do to you. Oh, I remember the catfights and the screaming and the hairpulling and the..."

"Sheba!" Mia said sharply. "None of that actually happened!"

"I know," Sheba said. "But it would make great stories to tell your children, don't you think so?" Jenna rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

"So Mia, is Isaac doing ok?"

"I told you he would be, didn't I?" She said. "After we give some food, he should have energy to start moving."

"If he needs food, then how come Ivan is cooking?" Sheba asked, crinkling her nose. A sweet aroma reminding them of rancid meat drifted in from where Ivan was cooking. (Technically, it was not really a kitchen since it was apart of the main room).

"It should nourishing and nutritious," Mia said. "That's all he needs."

"Yeah, if he doesn't hurl first," Jenna muttered under her breath. The comment gave them a few giggles.

"Uhhh, ladies, have you seen Kraden around lately?" Felix had walked over to them with a worried look on his face.

"No, but what do we need him for?" Sheba said.

"Nothing really just... we need a resident annoying guy, and if he's gone, then who be it? Ivan? We'd need someone to fill in the chef-of-world-destruction spot. Piers could take it, but then we have to have someone take in the numero uno loser occupation."

"You'd fill that pretty well," Jenna said, smiling at her brother.

"Ha ha, but I have to be the disgruntled sailor," Felix said. "Garet's the idiot and Isaac is the classic hero. We need all of them fulfilling their positions or else this story might be...original." He shuddered at the thought.

"Hey, wait... what are we then?" Jenna asked.

"The pretty, smart girls that are pretty much helpless in combat," Felix explained. When he realized the consequences of his statement, it was too late. Jenna had already jumped up, fire dancing in her eyes, and hounded after Felix. Before she could land any blows (or set any capes on fire), Ivan declared, "Breakfast is ready!"

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Isaac was definately not feeling the best in the world at the moment. Actually he felt fine if not a little groggy, but for some reason Mia would not let him get out of the bed yet. She said something about him needing energy. He closed his eyes, not to try to fall back asleep but rather to reflect back on the kiss Jenna had given him. He wished he could see her right now; she could always cheer him up.

A few seconds later, his wish was fulfilled as Jenna creaked the door open and entered the room, with a plate of steaming food in her hands. Isaac peeked one eye open to see her, a tiny smile growing on his face.

"Close your eyes," Jenna instructed him. "And whatever you do, don't ask what this is. Just swallow it and Mia will let you go free." Isaac did as she told him...until he tasted the food. It was extremely hot, and it burned his tongue. Then it filled his mouth with a tingling, bitter sensation. The texture was gritty, and if Isaac had opened his eyes, he was sure he would see that it was green. He was barely able to sqeeze it down his throat.

"What are you trying to do, poison me?" He asked trying to scrape any taste of it off his tongue with his teeth. Jenna handed him a glass of luke-warm water to wash out the taste, and he eagering swallowed it down.

"No...however I think Ivan has a grudge against Piers because his dish carried the faint odor of wet dog," She said with a laugh. She had seated herself on the edge of his bed. She lifted the fork to his mouth again, but he refused to eat it.

"You can't make me," He stated.

"C'mon, a few more bites, and we can convince Mia that you are 'nourished' enough." Jenna said, making the fork dance through the air as if she was try to feed a toddler.

"No! I am not eating it!" Isaac said sharply. Jenna ate a bite herself to show Isaac that it wasn't that bad, but she herself was barely able to choke it down. Isaac was not at all amused by her attempts. "Just go." He grunted. Though just a few seconds before he wanted to see Jenna desperately, now he couldn't stand the sight of her. Sighing, Jenna dumped the food on the floor and shoved it under the bed with her foot. It would no longer be her problem in a few hours.

"I would only do it for you," Jenna whispered, a finger held up to her lips. "Not a word about this to Mia." Isaac let her leave silently and listened to her proclaim the miracle of Isaac eating an entire plateful of food to the rest (a real boost of confidence). Isaac assumed it was ok for him to finally leave the bed, and in a minutes, he joined the rest of the group.

Well, almost the rest of the group. Felix and Piers were preparing the ship, and Ivan and Garet were fishing Kraden out of a tree (don't ask); so, only the girls were in the main room. They were packing up the supplies that littered the room. They glanced up to acknowledge Isaac's presence, but they were too busily working to stop to chat.

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They had set off an hour ago (finally) and were successfully on their way to Loho. Jenna had been avoiding Isaac ever since the little inciddent that morning. It was a bad start to a relationship, Isaac knew, but he didn't care for some reason. It wasn't his fault if Jenna was too sensitive to handle him when he snapped. He waited on the top deck, the same one they had stargazed together on, and let the breeze ruffle through his hair. He closed his eyes to embrace it.

He would make up with her tomarrow...she'd just have to wait until tomarrow...

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Long chapter. I know it's not so funny anymore; I am writing my own fiction and my writing has changed style a little bit. Review more and chapters will follow.