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The morning sun peeked over the turquoise horizon, sending with it brilliant rays of orange. Many of the clouds were pink, which reflected upon the sea water below. It looked like a painting labored intensely over for the course of several years. In a few hours, the sun would rise and destroy the masterpiece forever, incapable of feeling remorse for doing so. Beauty was merely temporary, as was sadness. Jealousy, vengeance, and anger; all temporary. The sea they sailed on would one day become a desert full of salt deposits. Perhaps the sand-filled wastelands to the east would transform into a lush forest or lagoon, ushering in thousands of new plant and animal lives. The world was ever changing, always in a state of unrest and metamorphosis. Riza prefered it that way.

A seagull flew overhead, trilling for all to hear as it landed on the deck, scavenging for any scraps of food. One of the crew members shooed it away, that way they wouldn't have to clean up after it when it would inevitably release its bowels all over the polished wood. It was a doomed task keeping the pesky birds away. When they reached the port, the ship would be covered in white goop no matter how hard they attempted to keep the gulls at bay.

Over the past week, the sailing had been smooth. The waves were mild, no violent storms struck them, and a steady breeze kept their sails afloat. No ships, friend nor foe, were within a comfortable fifty kilometer radius. That didn't necessarily mean things were peaceful, they still had the situation with the two orphaned brothers to figure out.

The captain handled the situation with Alphonse surprisingly well, seeing as he rarely interacted with children. Before that, Fuery had been the last child he worked with, but he was fifteen at the time; only one year shy of being the legal age for enlisting in the military. Al and Ed were nearly half the age Fuery had been when she and Mustang took him under their wings. Still, Mustang acted like an awkward teen instead of the sea hardened captain he was when dealing with the orphans. At least he was trying.

Riza stood confidently on the quarterdeck, watching the crew perform their daily tasks. By looking at them, she knew what jobs they had, or at least a basic understanding. Those who wore tight fitting clothes and hair wrapped up worked near the rigging; they couldn't afford to get stuck in the ropes. The people who had baggier and lighter garments tended to work within the ship. They didn't need to worry about being snared in rigging, but there was the heat to think about. Finally, there were crew members like herself. She and the other higher ups wore loose fitting jackets over tight shirts. If there was a problem that needed addressing, they could easily ditch the coats and fix the issue without worrying about the sails and ropes.

Gradually, the sun rose and the pink clouds faded to white. A speck of land was visible in the distance, Riza knew it was Yanni Island. It was one of their many bases, this one happened to be the closest to the mainland. Time was of the essence in this case. Yanni Island was by no means a bad place, but she wouldn't feel comfortable with her crewmates wandering its streets after dusk. Edward needed a calm and sterile setting in order for his injury to heal, the sooner he was off the ship, the better.

The sound of feet descending the steps caused her to turn around. The captain walked down the stairs with a slight grin on his face. He had on a light blue collared shirt with his sword's strap fastened tightly against his chest. As always, his hair was tousled and he had grease smeared under his eyes. He told her it was to keep the sun from blinding him; secretly she knew he liked it and thought it made him look intimidating. In reality, it almost made him look 16 instead of 26 years old.

Riza returned the smile for a moment as the captain stood in front of her.

"Good morning, sir."

"Mornin'" He pulled two apples out of his pockets and offered one of them to Riza. She gladly accepted the green fruit and munched on it. They stared at the sea for several minutes, neither uttering a word. Roy looked at peace, his eyes softened when he looked out at the tumbling waves. The captain loved his life on the ship, he'd always been the happiest near the water. He loved it when dolphins and fish breached the surface, he loved the smell of the breeze, he also loved it when the night sky was clear and the millions of stars reflected their twinkling light against the calm waves. Of course, he enjoyed the thrills that came with pillaging Royals, too. The ocean was his home, Riza was glad she could be a part of it.

"Where's Fuery?" He asked after wiping a piece of apple off his face.

"The sick bay. He's been keeping those boys company."

"We'll be arriving at the port soon, can you send him up here?"

"Yes, sir." She nodded her head and hurried down a set of stairs. She made sure to acknowledge those who greeted her in the hallway with a nod. In a way, she was glad with the events that transpired. If they hadn't gone to Resembool and saved the brothers, they wouldn't have the need to stay docked for an undetermined number of weeks. Of course, what happened to the brothers was awful, she wouldn't wish that upon anyone. Simply, she was tired, she needed a break from life on the ship. The amount of time it would take Edward to heal would be enough.

Riza stopped at sick bay door and looked at the elaborately engraved signed that was nailed into the wood. It was a gold plated sheet of metal with little flower and wave designs etched carefully around the border. The sign would have been really pretty, if it hadn't been for the words, 'Knock for Knox' engraved in the center with bolded childish font. It had been a gag gift to the doctor from Havoc. It was either going to be that or, 'The Doctor Knox me off my feet', but it was cheaper to go with the three word option.

She opened the door quietly, in case the brothers were asleep. Fuery was conversing with Knox while Alphonse read a book titled, 'Noren Code: A Practical Guide by Thomas Noren'. Sure, there weren't any children's books on the ship, there was no need for any. At least Al could keep himself busy, even with only a boring code book for entertainment.

"Fuery." Her tone was authoritative, though she didn't mean for it to sound that way. "We'll be docking shortly, they need you topside." Boatswains played an integral part when it came to arriving and leaving a port, they couldn't afford to have him distracted.

"Yes, ma'am!" He hurried away to do his job. Knox glanced at Riza for a moment, then he started organizing a stack of papers, likely they were a list of supplies he needed to pick up.

Riza made herself comfortable in a chair next to Edward's bed, Al flickered his undamaged eye to look at her briefly. The brothers' features were unique and not characteristics of any Amestrians she knew. Their golden blond hair and eyes contrasted heavily against their brown skin. There was a group of people who fit that description, but they were rather secluded and thought of as a dangerous nation; Xerxes. If the brothers were truly of Xerxian decent, there was more reason to protect them from the Royals. Alchemy had been criminalized for a reason, after all.

She knew the propaganda against Xerxes was created by the Royals to entice fear and monger hate. Despite what Amestrians were led to believe, these boys were not thieving mongrels. They were simply two brothers, trying their best to make it in the world after the loss of their parents. She understood that, as did the others in the captain's closely knit team. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure how some of the less honorable crewmates would act. If anyone tried anything funny, they'd have her to answer to.

"Mom?" Edward mumbled, his dull eyes flickered open for a couple seconds before shutting tight in a pained expression. After having a serious surgery with no painkillers available and losing his mother, Riza could only imagine the intense hurt he was going through. She offered the child her hand, which he clutched tightly to.

"I'm sorry." She consoled him, hoping her support would help him heal, or at least make him feel at ease.

"He's doing well." Knox spoke while stuffing loose papers into a log book. "The incision should be healed in a week or two. Little ones always seem to recover faster than us old farts." Doctor Knox was one of the older members on the ship, but Riza wouldn't say a thirty year old was that old.

"...'m not small." Edward muttered. Alphonse smiled upon hearing those words, it must have been an inside joke between them.

Over the next hour, Riza stayed with the brothers, gently holding the older one's hand. As the master gunner, she wasn't needed above to help dock. Too many people trying to help all at once was always a nuisance.

A bell tone rang through the small radio mounted above the door; that was the signal that the crew was free to leave the ship. With great care, Riza wrapped a sheet around Edward's body as she lifted him up. He was fairly light, so she had no problem carrying him bridal style through the ship. Knox took the lead, Alphonse stayed close to Riza's side.

The dock bustled with fishermen and merchants alike, all of them aggressively attempting to sell their goods. The island itself was devoid of trees; it was small and overpopulated. The people of Yanni Island survived by creating a desirable destination for seafarers of all sorts to visit. There were eighteen different taverns to choose from, as well as three brothels. Shops were quite diverse, too; three markets, two tailors, two meat lockers, and four blacksmiths. Since Roy didn't charge the people for being their protector, they had an agreement that they'd make any ship and equipment repairs free of charge.

As they strode down the streets, Riza managed to stave off the pushy merchants with a harsh glare. They made their way quickly to the island's small hospital, it was a humble stone building with eight recovery rooms. Still, it was sterile and had the medicines they required.

"I'm sorry," a nurse set down a bucket of cleaning solution when she saw them standing in the entryway, "unless it's an emergency, all of our rooms are full."

"I'm sure you have the room." Knox pulled a sheet out of his notes and handed it to the nurse. Upon seeing it, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh, my! It's an honor to have the Flame's men here. I apologize." She bowed twice and handed the paper back.

"There's no need for that." He raised his hand and smiled. "Now, we have an amputee patient here who needs treatment."

"Of course, right this way!" She led them down a hallway and into a room with boxes shoved into one of the corners. Along one of the walls were two hospital beds, Riza set the sleeping Edward in one of them. Alphonse made himself comfortable in the free bed with his small pile of books. Riza would have offered to find him something more age appropriate, but he seemed plenty satisfied reading about alchemy and codes.

The room was obviously used as a storage room, but all that mattered was that it was a clean and calm place for Edward to heal. Knox rummaged through the cabinets and pulled out a small vial of morphine. He stuck a syringe in it and drew out a small amount, then injected it the crook of Edward's arm.

"This will help him feel better," Knox explained to Alphonse, "but it might make him nauseous. If he looks like he's going to be sick, tell me."

"Okay." Alphonse affirmed with a nod of his head. "Where's Kain?"

"He has an important job to do." Riza spoke up. She knew Alphonse was already quite attached to Fuery. While the boy did seem a bit detached from his surroundings, it was nice to know he had someone to go to while he grieved over the loss of his parents and home. "I'll send him in when his duties are complete."

"Thank you." He smiled at her briefly, then he started thumbing through his books.

Riza left the hospital, more than happy to get out of a place that smelled heavily of bleach. The streets were packed, a few drunks stumbled about and shouted incoherently. They spilled their drinks as they clumsily disrupted the flow of the crowd. Instinctively, Riza grabbed the hilt of her sword in case she needed to deal with any ruffians. Thankfully the troublemakers went along their way and she allowed herself to relax.

She left the hospital and walked towards the inns. On her way, plenty of people offered her a drink or invited her to join them in the taverns. Riza declined, she always did. She didn't care much for alcohol. In the past, she'd been questioned about that. Surely all pirates indulged themselves in liquor, it was a common stereotype for a reason. On one particular occasion, Riza remembered unsheathing her sword and shattering a beer bottle right out of a sailor's hand. Her consumption (or lack thereof) of booze didn't make her a pirate, her prowess did.

With a sigh, she entered one of the inns. It was a two story building made out of orange bricks. The inside was decorated with wood carvings of ships, fish, and whales. Next to a fireplace, there was a woman playing the piano. Riza recognized the song, it was a popular folk melody from Central Amestris. It was nice to hear something that reminded her of home; she hadn't been in Central for years. There was nothing in particular she missed. Her relationship with her father hadn't been great, not that it mattered anymore since he passed on long before she and Roy became pirates. None of her old friends were in contact, it'd be reckless to attempt to talk to someone on the top ten list of Amestris' most wanted. Perhaps it wasn't nostalgia of the past that made the song pleasing, rather it was the promise and hope of a better future.

"Hey, Hawkeye, over here!" Havoc was standing with a small group next to the piano, waving his hand. Riza joined him, happy there was at least someone she knew she could talk to and feel comfortable around. "I was just telling everyone how I fought off a battalion of Royals before I joined the Flame." Riza couldn't help but snort at Havoc's proclamation. He was always telling people a different story about how he joined the crew. She knew he was trying to impress the ladies and some of the men that surrounded him.

"Oh really? As I seem to recall, you were holed up and in desperate need of a shower when I met you." Havoc look betrayed, but he did make an attempt to save face.

"Haha, Hawkeye, always the jokester."

"I also remember the first time you saw a shark. You wet yourself."

"T-that's not true!" It was. Havoc leaned close to Riza and hissed so only she could hear, "Traitor!"

Riza shrugged her shoulders and looked at the snickering faces of the crowd Havoc managed to gather around himself. Havoc had a bit of a reputation for being a heartbreaker. If Riza had a gold piece for every one of Havoc's exploits, she'd be rich. While she didn't care what the quartermaster did behind closed doors, she did want to talk to him before the end of the night.

"Where's your bosun? You didn't ditch him to come here, did you?" Her words seemed to be effective. The people frowned and whispered amongst themselves and began dispersing.

"He's taken." One of the women sighed dramatically as she led her friend away.

"Wait, no! It's not what you think." But the damage was already done. Soon enough, Riza was alone with only Havoc and the piano player. "That was cruel of you."

"I need you to send Fuery to the hospital when he's completed his duties."

"You couldn't wait until later to tell me that?"

"Where would the fun be in that?"

"You enjoy picking on me too much."

"You make it rather easy." Riza stated and Havoc crossed his arms.

"Fine, fine. Is there anything else you needed me to do?" It would be a while yet until the captain and the rest of the crew were done with their duties. She rather not wait alone until they joined up with her.

"Let's enjoy this music." She made herself comfortable in a cushioned chair while Havoc poured himself a glass of rum. Halfway through his third drink, Havoc passed out on the floor, Riza rolled her eyes and muttered, "Men."

Riza walked briskly to the open lot. The weather was cool and the heavy winds flapped her loose jacket violently about, it was a typical autumn day. Southern Amestris stayed warm during the winter, but that's when the violent typhoons struck the Eastern Sector. The sea that separated the Eastern and Western Sectors was vast enough that any storms that started in the east fizzled out to nothing by the time they reached the west. That was why they traveled to Western Amestris this time of year. It had been a risky decision to stay docked on Yanni Island until Ed was recovered.

Over the past month, the brothers revealed more of their personalities. They still were grieving, of course, but she was glad they allowed themselves to open up a bit more. Alphonse was gentle and patient, while Edward tended to be a bit high strung and stubborn. Both were intelligent, and they seemed to relish the fact they were allowed to openly learn about alchemy. Riza remembered Al teaching Noren Code to Ed when he was still restricted to the bed. The fact the brothers had memorized a complex code in the matter of weeks really was impressive.

In the grassy lot, Ed was using crutches to walk with Knox, Fuery, and Al watching close by. His wound closed up in a little less than three weeks, Knox assured everyone that it was actually the average amount of time an amputation incision took to close up. For some reason, Riza assumed that type of wound would take longer to heal. What came next for Ed was rehabilitation, which was a longer process than the initial recovery. Thankfully they didn't need a sterile environment for rehabilitation, so they'd be setting sail westward once they had all the supplies they needed.

"Ah, Miss Hawkeye," Knox made a dramatic bow as Riza stood next to them. "To what do we owe you this pleasure?" She bowed back, deciding to play along. Al giggled and Ed simply cocked his head.

"I heard it was young Edward's birthday, I wanted to pay him a visit."

"You told them?" Ed accused his brother and attempted to give chase, not that he could move fast with the crutches.

"Of course I did." Al responded, easily avoiding his brother.

"Easy there." Riza spoke, it nearly sounded commanding. "You wouldn't want hurt yourself now, would you?"

"He's being a butt." Ed stopped himself and stuck his tongue out at Al. It was quite endearing.

"That's what little brothers are for." Fuery commented, Riza gave him a sympathetic nod.

"I have a gift for you." Riza dug into her pocket and pulled out a small box, then she set in in Ed's hands. He readjusted his crutches so he wouldn't fall over and he opened the lid. Inside was a pendant of a turquoise snake wrapped around a silver cross. "In Xing, they say turquoise alleviates pain and strengthens the wearer." Ed looked at her with wide eyes, it was clear he didn't know what to say or how to respond. Riza pulled the silver chain out of the box and clasped the necklace around Ed's neck.

"Thank you." He finally responded when he snapped himself out of his daze. "I love it." Riza patted his head and pulled a second box out of her pocket.

"Alphonse." She said as she handed it to him. "This one's for you."

"But it's not my birthday yet."

"That's alright, you can have it now." He eagerly took the lid off and pulled out a pendant similar to Ed's. The cross and chain were made of gold instead of silver, and the snake was made out of a yellow gem. "Citrine is said to be a healing stone that clears the mind." While she knew merchants sold the gems while saying they had different properties to make a quick coin, she thought it was a nice gesture to give the brothers something that had a positive meaning to it.

Al put the necklace on, and both brothers proudly wore the symbol of alchemy against their chests.

"Thank you so much." Al beamed and he gave Riza a quick hug. After the commotion settled down, Fuery meekly stepped forward and revealed a package wrapped in old newspaper clippings.

"I have a gift, too." He handed it over to Ed once they all sat themselves on an old bench. Ed opened the paper and gasped when he saw what it was; it was an artificial wooden leg.

"Can I try it on?" Ed blurted, clearly ecstatic about what this meant; he'd be able to walk again.

"Sure thing!" Fuery grabbed the leg and carefully tied the straps around Ed's thigh. "This is a test run, but when you're wearing it long term, the straps go under your clothes so it doesn't slip. The cushion pad is removable, you'll want to clean it every night to prevent bacterial growth. I'm no automail engineer, but this should nearly be good as the real thing while you recover."

"I appreciate it, thank you." Ed grinned and he heaved himself up using his crutches. He took a few steps, wincing as he went. Ed walked about fifteen steps before he stopped himself.

"Are you okay?" Knox questioned, rushing to Ed's side.

"Yeah, just a little sore. But I can walk!"

"That's good, try not to exert yourself too much." Ed nodded and he limped back to the bench. He unstrapped the leg and held it in his arms like it was a fragile kitten.

The brothers' lives would never be the same, they made it official last week they wanted to join the crew. Despite their recent challenges, Riza recognized the look in Ed's eyes. He had hope that his and Al's future would be a bright one. He'd never go down without a fight.

The sky behind them was light gray. This time they'd manage to outrun a big storm. As they travelled farther west, the ship as a whole was much more safe. Riza had always been a fan of Western Amestris; it had beautiful mountains and trees, complete with unique foods and customs. They'd sailing for a month and they still had two more weeks to go until they reached their next base.

"Ship ahoy at 11 o'clock!" A sailor cried from the crow's nest. Riza ran up to the helm to join Roy to determine if the ship was friend or foe. She grabbed one of the spyglasses and found the ship in her sights.

"Looks like it's of Cretan make, sir." She announced. Instead of being stained cherry red, the ship looked walnut brown. Overall its shape was more boxy than round, typical of a Cretan vessel.

"What flag do they have flying?" Roy asked, his tone neutral and unalarmed. As captain, he needed to keep a cool head at all times to keep the rest of the crew from panicking.

"It's blue."

"Well, it seems they only wish to trade, then. Let's see if they have anything of value."

"Understood, sir." Riza leaned over the railing and shouted to the crew, "Fly the yellow!" Quickly, they raised a yellow flag with a black X through the middle of it; the Amestrian flag used to show they were peaceful negotiators.

"What's going on?" Ed's voice came from the deck above the helm.

"What are you doing up there?" Riza asked, not answering his question.

"I'm doing laundry." At least that explained the faint smell of vinegar. Roy had given Ed stationery jobs so he wouldn't put too much strain on his healing leg. He must have moved to the deck because he was tired of being inside in a cramped room that smelled only like vinegar.

"There's a Cretan ship headed our way. Stay where you are until they leave." This time, it was a command. While the Cretans likely only wanted to trade, she didn't want Ed to be in any unnecessary danger.

"Alright." He disappeared and went back to cleaning clothes.

"Maybe we'll get lucky and score some Cretan wine." Roy commented as the oncoming ship approached them. "I'm a big fan of their 1856 La Gsemelle brew myself. Though I'm not sure they'd be willing to part with it in exchange for a few Amestrian oranges. Breda's making pork cutlets tonight, maybe they'd be willing to trade for some of those."

"I doubt it, sir." The crew shut the sails and threw in one of the anchors, but they didn't let it strike the bottom. If they needed to make an escape, the power from the steam engine would be enough to let them flee, even with an anchor tossed in the sea.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Cretan ship stopped next to them and connected the two with a gangplank. Riza was a bit nervous. Sure, they encountered and attacked plenty of ships with no fear, but they had always been the ones to approach, never the other way around. Whenever they were approached by an enemy ship from behind, they simply out sailed it. Riza and Roy walked down the stairs to greet the other ship's captain.

He and his large men wore green uniforms, thankfully only three of his men boarded the ship.

"Hello, Captain." Roy greeted the man boisterously and gave him a sturdy handshake.

"Captain." The other responded with a slight western accent. "We were curious to see what type of person owned this fine ship. Are you a part of the Amestrian navy?"

"No." Roy managed to hold back a grimace from his face. "We're freelancers specializing in the acquisition and dispersion of misplaced goods."

The other captain squinted his eyes, then let out a heavy laugh.

"Good one! Privateers then, eh?" He looked around the ship and frowned. "Do you not know it's considered bad luck for women to be on a ship?" Riza stared at the Cretan, a little bit of anger bubbled inside her. Nearly half the crew was comprised of women; besides, that was an age old belief best left in the dark ages.

"I've heard the same about swine." Roy responded cooly, his head raised high. The jab must have gone over their heads, since the Cretans didn't react. "If you're not wanting to trade, then I think it's for the best we part ways."

"No, no," the captain waved his hands apologetically, "I'd love to see what you have to offer."

"Do you have any wine aboard?" Roy inquired, he couldn't hide the annoyance from his face anymore.

"Yes, lots."

"Do you have any 1856 La Gsemelle?"

"Hmm." The captain stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe. Oh?" Riza turned her head to see what the Cretan was looking at. Edward was at the bottom of the stairs with a basket of dried sheets and a crutch.

'I told you to stay put.' Riza mouthed at him. He mouthed back, 'Sorry.'

"You got yourself a Xerxian cabin boy? You don't see that often. You know, I think we do have some of that Gsemelle stuff, if the price is right of course."

Riza stood protectively in front of Ed and unsheathed her sword. "We're not into that kind of trade." She practically growled. Anyone who decided cross her sword would deeply regret it.

"Get out of my ship." Roy ordered the Cretans, who seemed to be a bit stunned. "Now."

The Cretan captain took a step backwards and whistled, then he drew his sword. In an instant, the ship was swarmed with Cretan sailors. Riza immediately jumped into action, defending those who were weaponless the best she could. One of the sailors singled her out and furiously began swinging. He was obviously inexperienced with a sword, but his weapon was designed with hacking and slashing in mind. Any one of his wild swings, no matter how displaced, could easily kill anyone. Her own sword was made for piercing, she had to think about her next move to be effective.

Riza easily deflected the poorly aimed attacks by blocking them with her blade. One thing she noticed was the man left many of his vitals open when he went for the strike. When he raised his arm to the left, Riza chose that as her moment to swing. She stepped forward and yelped when she felt something tug harshly against her foot. One of the wounded Cretans had her by the ankle. Remembering she was in the middle of a fight, she whipped her head around saw the man who had been fighting her stop to hold the back of his head. Not taking any chances, Riza stabbed him in the shoulder, satisfied when he finally fell. Behind him was Ed, holding a wooden beam menacingly in the air. Yes, he may have saved her life, but she was still disappointed he hadn't stayed put like she told him to.

Suddenly, everything glowed orange and felt unbearably hot. The air was sucked of its moisture as Roy snapped his fingers. He sent forth a stream of fire towards the Cretan ship, its sails were quickly reduced to ash. The enemy sailors were terrified, some of them begged for their lives, others babbled in a foreign language. Even Ed's face was shocked, although his expression was one of awe and curiosity rather than horror.

"I thought I told you to get out of my ship, you pigs!" Roy yelled. "Weigh anchor!" The crew quickly reeled in the anchor, and gray smoke puffed out from the steampipe. The remaining Cretans scurried off the ship and tried to salvage their burning vessel. The wounded were thrown overboard by the crew as well.

Once the chaos settled down, Fuery ran around frantically to assess the damage. Thankfully not much was destroyed, only a few scratches here and there. No one was seriously injured, there were a few people who were in need of stitches however.

Out of the corner of her eye, Riza noticed Ed trying to slip away. She caught him by the collar of his shirt, he looked at anywhere but her face.

"What were you thinking?" She demanded.

"I was worried about Al." He managed to croak out. Alphonse was helping out in the kitchen, and if things had been worse, Breda would have been capable to protect both himself and Al.

"I understand that, but you could have been hurt. When we give an order, you need to follow it." They stood in silence, Ed was shaking; the ordeal had been rather abrupt.

"Yes, ma'am." Riza patted his back until he ceased trembling.

"We care about you, none of us want to see you or your brother hurt."

"I'm sorry." He looked at her in the eyes when he said it. She knew he truly was apologetic, it was hard to be upset with him. Who knew two little boys could cause so much trouble. Still, she was happy they were on the ship; they were part of the family now. Riza did enjoy change, after all