Guys I am so sorry for not reviewing earlier, I sorta completely forgot about this fic cause of problems at home, once again I am so sorry.

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A large crowd had gathered around a small group of men wearing armor to fit a small militia. The leader of the small group, a Asian man with demonic eyes and wearing bronze color armor, oddly enough, was lifting a small goblet of wine as if toasting an invisible man. "Today," he boomed. "We set sail to conquer a new world! For Toon-Spain, for riches, for gold!"

The crowd cheered wildly as the rest of the team raised rifles in the air and shot a round of celebratory fire. Only one didn't cheer. The fattest member of the group, a Humanoid pink starfish wearing Green shorts with purple flowers on it, screamed "AHH, WERE UNDER ATTACK!" and tackled the leader from behind, knocking him to the ground.

"OW! Patrick, you bumbling idiot, get off me!" the leader cried, throwing the wine over his shoulder. It traveled toward a wanted poster, splashing its contents over the two faces in the poster who were, as the poster said, wanted for "double-dealing".

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"Seven!" cried the Golden-eyen gambler, throwing the dice to the ground. "YES!"

"Oh right!" His partner picked up the dice and tossed them to his friend. "Partners!" he yelled happily.

The two began performing a very odd dance, the dark-skinned one strumming on a small guitar, while the people they had suckered looked at each other in shock. "Tons of cash for you, hey! Tons of cash for me, hey! Tons of cash for we-"

"HEY!"

This one wasn't part of the celebratory song. This kid was furious. The two boys, one with dark brown hair and Green eyes, the other with Blond hair, gold eyes, and automail limbs, turned over their shoulders. The one who had shouted was the one they had just suckered, a Superhero with blond hair. He's dash the fastest person on this continent so can kick your but before you see it, so the two had to be pretty brave to choose him. Or maybe they were just plain stupid.

"One more roll!" he insisted.

The pair exchanged a quick glance, shrugging in pity, before the gold-eye one leaned forward. "Um, guys," he said. "YOU'RE BROKE! You got nothing left to bet with!" To illustrate his point, he rubbed his fingers together, drawing his hands downwards, indicating tier loss of money.

"Oh, yeah?" asked the blond boy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rolled-up piece of parchment, unrolling it with a flourish. "I gotthis!"

The first boy was not amused. "Pfft. A map?"

"A map!" his companion cried, pushing underneath his friend's arm.

"A map," repeated the big guy proudly. "A map of the wonders of the new world."

The dark-skinned boy put his guitar on the ground, stepping forward. "Let's have a look at this…" He leaned right up to the parchment, tracing the lines on it with his finger-tip, mumbling to himself. Finally, he cried out "I knew it!"

He turned around to find his friend, and saw he was about to walk away. Grabbing his friend's shoulder, he pushed him down to the map. "Edward, look at this!"

Edward's face hit the parchment, leaving an imprint on it. He straightened up, snapping the map back to normal. "Excuse us, for just one moment please." He ducked down, pulling his companion with his to talk in private.

Behind the map, the two engaged in a whispered conversation. The darker one was excited, talking fast. "Ed, look!" he said, tapping the name scrawled at the bottom of the map. "El Dorado! As in the "city of gold'! This could be our destiny, our fate!"

Edward held up a hand to quiet him. "Look, Raimundo, if I believed in fate, I wouldn't be playing with loaded dice!" he whispered, opening his hand. Sure enough, the dice gave a little hop, landing neatly on "seven".

Rai's lower lip quivered. Edward looked away. "Don't give me the face…" he begged.

Rai lowered his face and raised his eyebrows flirtatiously.

Edward looked slightly disgusted. "ugh, hell no!"

Rai scowled.

"No."

He raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion, blinking stupidly.

'Not a chance."

He finally concluded by putting his hands under his chin, panting like a dog.

"Why won't you just take no for an answer!" Edward whispered harshly

"I said," roared Dash, snatching away the map. "One more roll! My map," he said, dropping his voice. "Against your cash!"

Rai looked to Edward pleadingly. Edward sighed, mentally kicking himself for teaming up with this guy. But how could he help it? They were best friends.

"All right, pee-wee," he said, grinning and shaking his dice. "You're on!"

"NOT with those!" Dash hand was in his face in an instant. He produced a pair of red dice from his pocket. "This time, we're gonna use my dice!"

Edward blinked at the dice as if they were poisonous snakes. "Ummm…"

"Do you got a problem with that?" asked the competition.

Edward shook his head frantically, stuffing the dice in his pocket and snatching up the other dice, the ones that were not loaded. "No, there's no problem." He turned to his friend, making a slashing motion under his throat, whispering "I'm going to kill you!"

Rai looked around nervously, before pointing to himself, mouthing the word Me?

Ed began to shake the dice frantically, trying every good-luck thing he could think of, while Raimundo slowly hopped away, playing his guitar again. "Come on, baby…Papa needs that crappy map!"

He quickly spotted a pretty Latino girl in the sidelines and held out the dice to her, raising his eyebrows suggestively. The girl turned her nose up at him and walked off. Edward, looking slightly disappointed, blew a small kiss on the dice, walking back to his friend ( who was having better luck with the ladies than him) and grabbing the guitar. "Stop that!" He let his hand go back, then forward, muttering "Show…me…a seven!"

The dice clattered to the ground, one hitting "three" right off the bat. The other one spun around and around on one corner. The crowd held its breath,

Edward covered his eyes, crying out "I can't look!" He only opened them when he heard the crowd gasp in shock. He peeked at the two dice. One said "three", the other said "four", which made a grand total of…

"Seven…" he whispered in shock.

Rai threw his hands up in the air, crying out "All right!"

Edward laughed hysterically, moving the huge pile of money and the map towards him. "Well, gentlemen," he said slyly. "It was nice doing business with you!"

Unfortunately, at that moment, his dice decided to roll out of his pocket, rolling to a stop in front of his opponent. They came up "seven." Edward gulped. crap…

The superhero slammed his fist to the ground, making the dice bounce up. Seven. He slammed it again. Seven…Again…seven. "I knew it!" he roared, pointing an accusatory finger at the tow boys. "Your dice are loaded!"

Rai nervously strummed on his guitar until Edward stopped him. He faced the darker boy, pointing at him in shock. "You gave me loaded dice?" Turning around, he smacked right into a large soldier in cold armor. Looking up, he saw a Fire nation soldier, and a sharp spear, looking like he knew how to use it.

Edward decided to play innocent, pointing to Rai. "He gave me loaded dice!" he cried. "Arrest him!"

"You dare to soil my honor?" asked Rai. "He was the one who was cheating! Arrest him!" He shoved the alchemist to help prove his point. "He tricked these sailors and took their money!"

"Oh, now I'm the thief?" asked Edward.

"Yup-"

"Well," said Edward, turning Rai's head toward the soldier's armor. "Take a look in the mirror, pal!"

The crowd grew larger. This was getting good.

"You give that money back, or I'll…" Rai pulled out the sword of the storm. "En garde!" he cried, aiming it at Edward.

The crowd gasped as Edward moved backwards, grinning evilly. "En garde, yourself! I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death!" At the word "Death" he pulled out a letter opener. He blinked in shock at it, and tossed it aside. "But not with that. With this!" he clapped his hand and slammed it to the wall creating a spear and used it to block his Rai slash.

The two were inches apart, growling at each other. Edward smiled wickedly. "Any last words?"

Rai laughed a little. "I will cut you to ribbons!"

"Fool!" The two broke apart, aiming their weapons at each other. "Such mediocrity! Let your sword do the talking!" Edward yelled

"I will, it will be loquacious to support!" cried Rai, lunging at Edward, who easily avoided it. Rai leapt onto the tables and began hopping from one to another.

Edward looked annoyed as he swung. "You dancing, prancing half-wit!"

Rai laughed as he stood on a rooftop. "You fight like your mechanic!"

"I fought my Mechanic! That's a compliment!"

"Braggart!"

"Heathen!"

Edward suddenly lost his footing, slipping on the roof, landing on his back. Tucker sword-fought with him from a vantage point.

"Not the face, not the face!" begged Edward.

Rai finally managed to cut in half the spear with is sword and pointed it straight into Edward's face. The crowd erupted in cheers, until…

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Rai, as he helped his friend to his feet. "We'd like to call it a draw!"

"You've been great, thank you so much for coming, see you soon!" said Edward.

"See ya!" cried Rai as they dropped to the ground on the other side.

The two landed on their rears, laughing hysterically at the performance they had given. "That was great!" congratulated Edward, slapping the shoku warrior on the back.

"No, no, no.You were good!"

"No, it was all you, man!"

A sudden gust of hot air snapped them out of their exuberance. Looking up slowly, they saw a Taurus glaring down its nose at them , snorting all over them.

"Um…we should've kept those weapons…" sheepishly whispered Rai.

"Um, yeah!" agreed his friend.

"You got any ideas? I don't like the way she's looking at us…"

"Um, one," confessed Ed. "You…pet it…and I'll…" He suddenly leapt to his feet and bolted. "RUN!"

"What!" Rai scrambled to his feet, shooting death glares at Ed. "Thanks a lot!"

The two boys leapt up the wall, scrambling over it just as the pokemon smashed head-first into it. "That way!" cried Edward. They ran toward one way, only to see the men they had just cheated. "No, that way!"

The two were closely being followed by the suckers until the suckers saw the Taurus, at which point they ran the other direction, leaving the boys to fend for themselves.

As they ran down the deserted roads, trying unsuccessfully to outrun the pokemon, they saw a group of soldiers in front of them.

As they arrived between two houses, the doors right at their sides, they ran sideways into the doors, exiting behind the soldiers. "Bye!" called Edward.

A scream was heard form the house Rai had been in. Soon, he exited, calling "Call me!" over his shoulder.

The soldiers turned to see what had chased the boys in the first place, and were immediately plowed over by a Taurus.

Meanwhile…

The boys screeched to a halt at the edge of a rooftop, looking down from about twenty feet, the only way to save themselves being landing in the water barrels at the bottom. Rai looked to Edward. "I bet we can make that."

Edward glanced over his shoulder to see their pursuers close behind. "fifty cents says we can't!"

"You're on!" At the word "on", Rai shoved his friend off the edge of the roof, and promptly jumped off himself, both of them screaming to the ground. They landed in the water barrels.

The shoku warrior laughed from his barrel. "You lose!"

"Oh, shut up!" two quarters were tossed from one barrel into another. And then the lids were snatched up and placed over the tops of the barrels.

Unfortunately, the barrels were set to board a ship. They were lifted up high into the air and set down on deck. "Hey, what's going on here!"

"We're both in barrels. That is the extent of my knowledge."

"Whoa! Hey! HEY!" The boys screamed as they were rolled to the side of the wall, and then set upright. The corks in the side were quickly unscrewed and fell out of the sides.

Edward's mouth pressed against the hole. "Okay," he whispered. "We gotta move quick! On the count of three, we burst out."

"Okay, okay, good. One, two…"

Someone laid a large box of fruit on the barrels. "Three!" Nothing, of course. "Three!" Still nothing. "THREE!" They were still yelling "Three!" and trying to jump out when the ship left the dock.

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Hours later, they were still inside. Edward sighed. "Okay, one more time…"

"Okay…one…two…"

The box was removed. "Three!" At once, the boys jumped out of the barrels…and found themselves face-to-face with a large group of very peeved sailors.

"Uh…'scuse us!" said Edward sheepishly as he ducked back into his barrel. Rai did the same, nervously asking "Who ordered the um, Pickles?"

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"OW!" Rai and Ed were tossed to the feet of a large person, their hands and heads in old medieval confinements. "Sheesh, haven't these guys heard of forgiveness?" muttered Edward bitterly.

Rai let out an "Eep" noise as he saw who exactly they were facing. "Chase Young…"

The Heylin warrior had his back against them, speaking through clenched teeth. "My crew," he growled, "were as well-chosen as the disciples of Dashi." He turned around, cracking his knuckles threateningly. "And I will not tolerate stow-aways…"

The boys visibly gulped.

"You will be flogged," the man continued. "And when we pull in to Cuba to get supplies, God willing, you will be flogged some more. And then, enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable little lives." He growled at them once more before jerking his head downward. "To the brigs," he said.

Edward paled, but Rai looked happy. "Alright! CUBA!"