I know this isn't how the story goes, but I found this more fun and I couldn't help but hint at two of my non-Chrobin OTPs. Don't worry, they never come up again.

Morgan scribbled down everything his mother was saying. "I still can't believe you set fire to our ships to crash them into Valm's. You're a genius, Mother!"

Robin wasn't sure if he'd go that far, but he was pleased with himself. "Its not always good to have the bigger number. There's strength in numbers, but also a weakness."

The boy nodded, his quill seeming to move even faster. In his haste and excitement, a splash of ink splattered on his cheek.

Robin took out his handkerchief, that had once belonged to Chrom, moistened a corner with some saliva, and started to clean the ink spot off his son's face.

"Mother!" Morgan whined. "I'm trying to write everything down before I forget!"

"And I'm trying to make sure a prince of Ylisse doesn't run around with a black smudge on his face for Naga knows how long."

Virion chuckled coming to join them. "I spotted Cherche trying to do the same to Gerome and he had the cutest little tantrum."

The tactician cocked an eyebrow. Gerome? Cute?

"I wanted to congratulate you, Robin, on an outstanding strategic move. It was positively glorious. Though I expect nothing less from you."

"Ah, Ruffles, you're gana give Bubbles a big head if you keep talking like that."

Robin and Virion jumped at Gaius' seemingly out of nowhere appearance. Morgan, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit surprised. "Hey, Gaius, can I?" The thief held out a sucker before he could finish. "Thanks." He stuck the candy in his mouth before continuing to write.

Robin figured it was Gaius passing out the candy to all the future kids. Who else could it really be? "Where'd your son run off to, Gaius? He vanished right after battle."

"He said something about drowning as he went below deck. I told him I wouldn't let him drown then he freaked out more about how the him of this timeline would never be born if I drowned trying to save him."

"He does realize that if something happens to the ship and he's below deck, he'll."

Gaius put a finger to his lips 'shh'ing softly.

Virion shook his head. "Honestly, your boy's an odd one."

"Your son runs around wearing a mask acting all broody, but mine's the odd one? Have you been hit in the head too many times, Ruffles, or not enough?"

"I beg your pardon? The ladies love a dark and mysterious figure." The archer placed a hand on his chest. "He's almost as popular with the ladies as me. I couldn't be more proud."

Robin held up both hands. "All right, you two. Both of your sons are equally important members of the army and we can all agree that out of everyone, Owain takes the most odd metal followed closely by Cynthia."

The three laughed.

"Robin!" Basilio came running towards them. "We've got a problem." He motioned for the tactician to follow him to the bow of the ship.

Chrom was already there looking through a spy glass.

"What's the problem?" Robin asked as Chrom handed him the spy glass. He immediately brought it to his eye.

"It looks like the Valm army is waiting for us at the docks." Basilio explained.

That was indeed what it looked like. A small army was positioned around the dock and town only they weren't facing the ocean.

Robin caught a flash of movement and repositioned the spy glass to get a better look. An unarmed woman in pink was being pursued by some of the men. "Someone's in trouble!" He cried out.

Chrom took the spy glass back to see. "Gods! Do you think they mean to kill her?"

"I don't know and I don't plan to find out." Robin turned away. "We'll have to move quickly if we have any hope of saving her and whoever else might be in danger."

"But Mother." Lucina, and Morgan in toe, were now with them. "The ships are still too far away. We won't make it in time."

"We won't, but the flies can." A smirk spread across Robin's face. "Chrom, you Lucina, and Brady go with all the units that can fly, including our two dragons." He paused. "No, just take Nowi. Nah's still too young to handle the strain. Let Cherche and Gerome head in first. The loud shriek of their wyverns should disorient the ground units for a moment."

Without question, Chrom grabbed his daughter's arm and they hurried off.

Morgan had his book open trying to transcribe everything being said.

Robin gently lowered the book. "Now isn't the time. I need you to help me distribute orders. As soon as the ships dock, I want everyone off and ready for battle. Your father and the others will be depending on us."

Morgan looked up at his mother with a serious expression. "Tell me what to do."