Seifer Almasy stood at the bow of the Hyperion and stared out at the night with a mixture of trepidation and irritation. When he'd left port, he'd been filled with a sense of victory and purpose as his small ship cut a brisk path through the waves toward the treasure he knew was waiting for him. They'd made great time, in spite of his crew's inept and juvenile behavior and overall lack of sailing experience. The wind had been in their favor, and for the first time, Seifer had an edge over his competition.

He would find the treasure first. He would reap the rewards and be known as the best, most fearsome Pirate to ever sail the seas. He'd felt it in his bones.

That was until the bilge pump stopped working and the wind died. Now, the Hyperion was adrift, slowly taking on water, and the crimson sails hung limp from the masts. No matter which way he angled the booms, there was no wind to catch.

They were stalled, going nowhere fast, and every second the ship didn't sail meant the Lionheart was closing the gap. Seifer couldn't afford for that to happen.

No matter what Squall believed, Seifer Almasy was the better sailor. The better Pirate. Somehow, some way, he would prove it. He just had to get the ship sailing again. To do that, he needed a crew that wasn't a bunch of lazy, incompetent, useless idiots.

Presently, his crew gathered near an open barrel of mead at the stern, helping themselves to a week's worth of rations. Supplies ran lean on the Hyperion, as so far, they'd failed to take a major haul. Yet here they were, living it up like mead was free and they had nothing better to do.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem for Seifer. Normally, he'd join in and drink a journey's share in a single night. But not today. Not today, when Leonhart and his merry band of morons was set to overtake them and beat them to the treasure. Not today when nothing seemed to be going right.

He glanced over his shoulder in time to see Zidane swinging upside down below the crow's nest, hanging on with just his stupid monkey tail. This kid actually was a competent sailor, having grown up on a theater ship, and he knew what he was doing. Problem was, the kid acted a fool any time a girl was within ten feet of him. Flirting. Singing. Anything to get their attention and ignore all the work that needed to be done.

Seifer had had enough. He turned fully around to face the congregation of dumbasses

"This isn't a pleasure cruise," he shouted. "Get back to work!"

His order was met with absolute silence. The only one of the bunch to look appropriately ashamed was one of a trio of hot treasure hunters he'd picked up in Balamb or some other podunk island. Yula or something. Yona?

Yuna. That was it.

Yuna cast her eyes to the deck and clasped her hands in front of her. Her scary-hot amber-eyed friend leaned casually against stack of barrels, arms folded over her chest, staring back at him with an expression that reminded Seifer a little too much of Squall. He had no idea where the cute one with the braids went, but it didn't matter. None of them knew a lick about sailing and if they didn't figure it out soon, he was going to start chucking bodies over the rail, starting with the idiot hanging upside down.

"WORK!" he bellowed and stormed toward his cabin in a huff.

Before he could retreat to the relative silence of his private room, the cute blonde treasure hunter bounced into his path, her beaded braids clicking together with each step. She grinned hugely up at him, a tiny but feisty little thing.

"Stop right there, Cap'n," she said cheerily. "I've got news."

"You giving me orders?" he barked and narrowed his eyes.

Being mean to this girl did not have the desired effect. She put her hands on her hips and planted her feet like she was ready to fight. Her smile fell.

"If you're going to be a poopie-pants about it, maybe I won't tell you."

"What did you call me?"

"A poopie-pants," she said. Fearless, this one. "Do you want the news or not?"

Did she not know he was the one in charge here? That he could break her in half, tie her to a rope and toss her over the side without batting an eye?

"You dare call the Captain of this ship a poopie-pants?" Seifer said through clenched teeth. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Please. My dad's way scarier than you. He once broke a guy's nose because he didn't like his face."

Good God. Nothing phased her. Her scary leather-clad friend, he could understand. That girl was a trained fighter. Ex-military, he suspected. This girl, Seifer could pick up with one hand and shake like a rag doll.

"Soooo?" she prompted.

Seifer sighed. "What is it?"

She bounced on her toes and did a little dance.

Cute. But not cute enough to quell his dark mood.

"I got the bilge pump working again," she said. She picked up an extra-large pair of shredded, soaking wet long johns left draped over a rain barrel. Seifer suspected they belonged to Raijin. "These were all tangled up in the motor. Took a while to get 'em out, but once I did, I got it going again. Piece of cake."

This was better news than he expected. Much better news. It meant his ship would not end up on the bottom of the sea or beach itself on a sand bar.

"You fixed it?"

"I just said I did, didn't I?" She rolled her eyes at him. "It's working just fine now."

"What's your name again?"

"Rikku," she said coyly.

"Congratulations, Rikku," he said. "You've just been promoted to Chief Engineer."

"That means more gold, right?" she said. "I mean, engineering sounds like it's pretty important and all. Could be disasteriffic if something were to go wrong and nobody could fix it."

Seifer pinched the bridge of his nose. Why, oh why had he filled his crew with imbeciles who thought he was made of gold and knew nothing about sailing or Pirating in general?

Because they worked for almost nothing but the promise of a cut of the as yet undiscovered treasure. And, Seifer had to admit, because filling his ship with eye-candy had somehow taken precedence over filling it with experienced sailors.

Well, at least this eye-candy was useful for something other than looking cute.

"Yeah, It means you'll be in charge of fixing things that break," Seifer said. "As soon as they break."

"For more gold," she said. "Right?"

"If you prove yourself useful," Seifer said, "and we actually get our hands on some gold, then there might be a little extra something in it for you."

The key word here was might. If he was feeling generous that day.

"Then you got yourself a Chief Engineer," she said cheerfully. "See ya 'round, Cap!"

She punched him in the arm playfully and bounded off across the deck to join her friends. Seifer saw her make a point of stepping on a tattooed guy in overalls sprawled face-down on the deck. The guy groaned in pain but didn't get up. Seifer gave a little snort of appreciation for her lack of consideration for the guy's well-being. It was something he would do to a sailor who couldn't handle his grog.

Actually, Seifer probably would have done worse on principal.

As he reached a door that would lead him back to relative peace and quiet, Fujin stepped into his path. Her expression was grim and Seifer braced himself for a kick in the shin or a complaint.

He got neither.

"NEWS."

"What is it, Fu?" he asked tiredly. "I already know about the bilge pump."

"THERE."

She pointed toward the horizon. Seifer cast his gaze away from his First Mate and toward the sea. He stiffened and narrowed his eyes at the not-so-distant lights bobbing above the waves. A twinge of excitement coursed through his veins at the prospect of plunder.

"Merchant ship?" he asked.

Fujin shook her head and the twinge of excitement tightened into irritation once more as he anticipated what Fujin was about to say.

"LEONHART."

Seifer peered at the lights, a flare of anger rising in his chest. Leonhart. He hadn't expected an encounter so soon, but what the hell. Now was as good a time as any, and better to be on the offensive than to cross his fingers and hope that he was not spotted.

"Ready the cannons," he said. "Prepare for the crew for battle."

"ORDERS?"

"Take the helm," Seifer said. "And ram them with everything we've got."

"CAPTAIN?"

"Sink 'em Fuu," Seifer said. "I want that goddamn ship on the bottom of the sea by sun-up."

Rinoa dropped the frying pan and scrambled away from the unconscious Captain. Her back hit the side of her bunk just as a sleepy-eyed Zell peered out from behind the curtains. When the Captain woke up, he was most certainly going to drop her over the side without a second thought. She was doomed.

"Whassgoinon?" Zell mumbled at her.

Incapable of coherent speech, Rinoa lifted a finger and pointed at the man on the floor. Zell gave a soft curse and sighed as he swung his legs over the edge of the bunk. Fully alert now, Zell hopped down and ran a hand through his sleep-smashed bangs.

"What did ye do this time?"

"I thought he was an intruder," Rinoa said. "You said no one in the kitchen. To make sure no one stole food."

"I said that," Zell agreed. "But I also said no one but the Captain."

"I didn't know it was him, I swear," she said. She bit her lip. "Think he's going to kill me?"

"Probably," Zell said with a straight face. He turned toward her and took her by the arm. "Get back in yer bunk. I'll handle this."

"But-"

"Just... Get back in yer bunk, Rin," Zell said. "Please."

Reluctantly, Rinoa pushed the curtains aside and sat but didn't retreat entirely. She did not trust that Zell wasn't about to throw himself on the fire for her sake. She didn't know why she got that impression, or why he would bother, since so far, she hadn't been able to do anything right. Though the Captain was less likely to kill Zell, it wasn't fair for him to take the blame on her behalf.

Zell nudged the Captain with his foot. "Hey, Cap. Wake up."

The Captain didn't move and Rinoa's face scrunched with worry. She hadn't killed him, had she? She held on to the sliver of hope that the man might be merciful if he was alive, but if she'd killed him, she wasn't likely to see the sunrise.

Zell scratched his head and looked over his shoulder at her.

"How hard did ye hit him?"

"Pretty hard," she said. She pointed to the cast iron frying pan on the floor. "Maybe too hard?"

Zell scratched his chin again and sighed. He gave the Captain another nudge with his toe and crossed his arms.

"Okay, here's what we're going to - "

"TOPSIDE!" a sharp female voice called out. "ALL CREW, TOPSIDE ON THE DOUBLE!"

Rinoa froze. Had someone seen? Had word spread that she'd assaulted the Captain with kitchen utensils? Were they going to make her walk the plank? Oh, Hyne, was it really that bad?

Her heart pounded as a bell began to clang and she heard the rustle of people moving around and the echo of footsteps on the wooden floor beyond the galley.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," Zell said. "Come on. Help me get 'im up."

Rinoa climbed from her bunk and joined Zell on the floor. Together, they lifted the still unconscious Captain to a sitting position and Zell slapped lightly at the man's face. In sleep, Captain Leonhart looked very, very young. Also, a little too cute for his own good. How could someone so good looking be such a mean meanie? It didn't seem right.

"Leonhart, wake up," Zell said, louder this time but there was no response. "C'mon Cap. Rise 'n shine."

Captain Leonhart didn't move. His head lolled on his neck. His eyelashes were enviable. What woman wouldn't give her best pair of dancing shoes for lashes like that?

"Get me a mug of water, will ya?" Zell asked.

Rinoa went to the barrel of water on the other side of the galley. She pried the lid off and dipped the ladle in to fill a mug, wondering what Zell meant to do with it. She replaced the lid and carefully carried the water back to Zell, trying not to spill. Water sloshed over the sides anyway and she wished she could blame her unsteadiness on being unaccustomed to living on a ship, but that wasn't entirely true.

"...here," she said, offering Zell the cup.

"Throw it in his face."

"What?!"

"The shock will wake him up," Zell said. "Hurry up. We need'ta get topside."

"I'm not doing that!"

"Rin, just do it, okay?" Zell said. "Don't worry. I've got a good grip on him so he doesn't try to choke ye when he wakes up."

Rinoa gaped at Zell, incredulous. She definitely did not want to risk being choked, or face any other attack the Captain might attempt in retribution for her stupid, stupid, thoughtless assault on him.

"You do it," she said, holding the mug out. "I do not want to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up in case he remembers I'm the one who brained him with a skillet."

"This is yer fault. Ye get to wake 'im up."

Rinoa swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"If he decides to kill me for this, I'm taking you down with me," she said. "It was your idea."

"Rin, seriously," Zell said. "We don't have time for this."

"Okay, okay!" she cried. She upended the cup over the Captain's head and muttered, "It's been nice knowing you, Zell."

The Captain's eyes popped wide open and he gasped as he sat up straighter. Water poured from his hair and streamed down his face in tiny rivers. Slowly, he turned his cold stare on Rinoa and she cringed. It was like being stared at by a hungry, feral animal. One false move and he'd tear her to pieces and feed her to the fish.

"How did I know it would be you?" he murmured.

"I-"

"We got bigger problems, Cap," Zell said. "Trepe sounded the alarm. Can ye walk?"

The Captain tore his eyes from her and he nodded, then winced in pain. He pressed a gloved hand to the back of his head and grunted.

"You and I are not done," he said to Rinoa frostily as he got to his feet. "Stay in your bunk. I'll be back to deal with you later."

"But-"

Zell's warning glance made any protest die in her throat. She swallowed back tears and retreated to her bunk without a word. She closed the curtain and backed up against the wall and wrapped herself in the thin blanket. As if that would protect her from what was coming. Maybe it would be better if she jumped overboard on her own instead of letting Captain Meanie-Pants do it instead.

"All hands on deck, Dincht," the Captain said.

"Aye," Zell said. "I'll get Blank and Cinna topside and join ye."

"Make sure the girl stays down here."

"I'll do me best."

Activity and muffled voices and shouts came from above. Her thoughts turned from imagining all the ways Captain Leonhart might decide to punish her to what could possibly be going on above deck. Zell yelled something at Blank and Cinna, something that was answered with groans and a few swears Rinoa had never heard before. There was a bit of scuffling and complaining, then three sets of footsteps retreated from the room.

She'd been told to stay put, but curiosity reared its ugly head, and she peeked out from behind her curtain just as an explosion split the relative quiet in the Galley. A second later, the ship listed heavily to one side and Rinoa was toppled out of bed and onto the floor, where she tumbled to a stop against the worktable. Her head smacked against the wooden edge hard enough that she saw stars and blackness for an instant. Tears of pain filled the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away as her vision cleared.

She lifted her hand to the back of her head and she felt a lump already forming beneath her fingertips. Could have been worse. At least she hadn't knocked herself unconscious.

Slowly, she got to her feet and weighed her options. Now that she'd been forced from her bunk, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take a peek. Just a quick look and then she'd return to her bunk to await her impending execution.

After all, the Captain probably wanted to have her hanged already, and he couldn't kill her twice. What harm would it do to take a look?

She grabbed her dress and pulled it on over her head, tying the sash hastily as she headed out the door.

The hold beyond the Galley door was empty, but there were shouts and sounds of battle from above as she climbed the ladder to the deck. That should have sent her running back to her quarters, but the lure of excitement was too great for Rinoa to deny.

Rinoa had never seen a real battle before. Some of her male school friends had joined the army, and her father had been to war. Their tales of bravery and heroism never failed to enchant her. Back before she and her father had stopped seeing eye to eye, his stories of battle and victory against the mighty but terrible Empire of Esthar had been her favorite bedtime tales. She'd fantasized for years as a girl about lifting a weapon and charging into battle, leaving fear and uncertainty behind. In her head, she was a champion of the weak, a freedom fighter, a leader of the oppressed.

In reality, she was just a step below a spoiled princess and she knew that. It didn't stop her from wanting to join the fight going on above. To be useful was to be valuable. Indispensable even. If she helped out, helped them win the battle, the cranky Captain would have no choice but to spare her life and declare her part of the crew.

With this in mind, Rinoa resumed the short climb and found herself in the middle of an all-out brawl. A smaller ship with dark red sails butted up against their much larger ship, and armed sailors spilled onto deck with blades and various other weapons in hand. A thrill of adrenaline spiked in her veins and she looked around for something to fight with. There was nothing useful so she crouched behind crates and moved as silently as she could to get closer to the action.

In the midst of all of it, the Captain shouted orders as he battled a tall, blonde Pirate in a elegant white coat. Leonhart, having been knocked unconscious only a short time ago seemed no worse for the wear.

It was rather impressive to see the man fight. His face was a picture of focus and determination, his eyes fixed on his target like a lion who had sighted the weakest chocobo in the flock.

But, from the looks of it, this lion had chosen the big game rather than an easy target. The man he fought was no less impressive in skill, though the blonde was far less precise in his movements. She felt like she was watching a well choreographed fight in a play, not an actual battle. It was incredible, and sort of beautiful.

She crept closer on bare feet, wondering what she could do to help, when a hand seized her from behind and dragged her backward. She spun around to face a tall, silver-haired woman with cold amber eyes.

"Yuna. A hostage," the woman deadpanned.

A brown-haired girl about her age stepped forward and inspected Rinoa from head to toe. Rinoa struggled a little, but the amber-eyed woman's grip was like a vice. The other woman's gaze was kind and contemplative rather than hostile. After a moment, the woman, presumably Yuna, shook her head.

"She's dressed like a kitchen wench," Yuna said. "She has no weapon."

"Your point?"

"What's the point of taking a serving girl hostage?"

"Want me to kill her?"

"I don't think that will be necessary," Yuna said.

Rinoa let out a breath of relief and sagged back against the crates.

"Thanks," she breathed. "For not killing me."

"Mmm," Yuna hummed with a slight nod. "Before you go, is there a young man named Tidus on this ship? Blonde, athletic?"

"Not that I know of," Rinoa said. "But I'm new, so..."

"We're in the middle of a battle and you're asking about your boyfriend?" the amber-eyed girl asked.

Yuna's dejected shrug tugged at Rinoa's heart. Rivals or not, Rinoa empathized. Not that Rinoa had a long-lost boyfriend or anything. Not that she'd ever really experienced much in the romance department, but still, she understood the sadness in Yuna's eyes. She'd lost someone, too, but her someone was long gone and wasn't coming back.

"I'd stay out of sight if you want to live," Yuna said softly. "Or go below deck. The others won't be so kind."

She was right, but Rinoa had no intention of returning to her bunk to sit it out. She could do this. She could do something to help.

She dropped back down behind the crates and continued to creep forward to peer through a gap that gave her a good view of the Captain. He and the blonde Pirate were still engaged in a fierce battle, blades crashing against one another with bangs that sounded like gunfire. In the background, she spied Zell without a weapon, pummeling the crap out of a blonde that looked suspiciously like he had a tail.

Something heavy landed on her. Momentarily stunned, she was pinned between the heavy thing and a crate and unsure of how to proceed. When the heavy thing didn't move, she shoved it off. A dead Pirate rolled into the space beside her, staring at her with glassy eyes.

"Take his weapon, Rinoa."

Startled, Rinoa turned and came face to face with the ghost of Raine Leonhart. She expected the woman's wrath, but instead, got quiet encouragement and a touch of amusement. There was so much strength in the woman's pale, semi-transparent face. So much pride. And more than just a passing resemblance to the cold, unkind young Captain.

"Go ahead," Raine said. She tilted her head toward a strange looking contraption laying beside the fallen Pirate. "You want to make yourself useful, then quit hiding and make yourself useful."

The Captain's own mother was sanctioning this. The Infamous Captian Raine Leonhart wanted her to fight. That was as good as an order from the Captain himself.

Rinoa reached for the weapon, unsure of what it was, but it appeared to be a projectile of some sort. Like a crossbow, but with a small disk similar to a sawblade in place of an arrow or a bolt. Without a moment to spare, she searched the body for additional disks, but found nothing but a couple of vials of greenish liquid.

Probably liquor of some sort. She pocketed them and considered her new weapon.

She'd likely only get one shot, and she'd better make that shot count, she supposed.

On her knees, Rinoa strapped the weapon to her wrist and braced her arm against the top of a crate. She tracked the blonde Pirate, then took aim.

She could do this. She could help.

She pulled the trigger just as the taller man brought his blade down upon the Captain. The blade sliced deep into the Captain's face, and bright crimson blood poured from the wound, down over his nose and lips. It dripped from his chin and onto his white linen shirt.

Rinoa was horrified and worried the Captain would die. He was not a kind man, but these other Pirates could be so much worse. Better to stick with the devil she sort-of knew than face becoming a hostage to one even more terrible.

She didn't see if her aim was true or not, but she doubted it. The taller man seemed unaffected by her assassination attempt and continued to advance on the wounded Captain.

The Captain went to a knee, just as the projectile came careening back to her and lodged itself firmly in its place on her new weapon.

Well, that was handy, wasn't it?

She aimed and fired again as the blonde raised his blade to finish the blinded Captain off.

This time, her little sawblade sliced deep into the sleeve of the man's coat. The coat blossomed red and his gaze slid her way. The Captain got to his feet, lifted his blade, and took a swing.

Rinoa covered her eyes when the tall Pirate's face split open and his blood sprayed across the deck. The projectile returned to her once more, and she didn't hesitate to fire on him again.

Raine drifted toward her injured son, a hateful sneer on her face for the blonde man, who grunted in pain when Rinoa's fresh attack struck him square in the chest.

"Get off our ship, you... scurvy dog!" Rinoa cried through gritted teeth.

"Rinoa?" the blonde murmured as he dropped his blade and wiped the blood from his eyes.

Rinoa took a step back and stared. He looked familiar. Really familiar.

He smiled and held his hands out, palms upturned, and shrugged.

She would never forget that smile. That was the smile that had ruined her reputation and had stolen her heart for a time, not to mention her future. Perhaps she had him to thank for the last part, but she would not forgive him for what he'd done to her or to her father.

"You're the Dread Pirate Almasy?" she asked.

"In the flesh," he said.

He gave her a slight, shaky bow. Then, his eyes went unfocused and he slid to the ground and landed on his backside with a thud.

The chaos all around her swelled into a whirlwind of bodies in motion and shouts and metal crashing against metal as Almasy's men attempted to retrieve their Captain.

Rinoa didn't care one way or another. Not really. She might have a history with Seifer Almasy, she might have liked him at one point, but she was far more concerned about the Captain's welfare than Seifer's.

Captain Leonhart sat on the deck, bloody and dazed but alive. The cut on his face was deep. Rinoa dropped to her knees in front of him and beside his worried mother. She took his face between her palms to inspect the wound, but he winced away from her touch.

Rinoa held firm and looked as closely as she dared. Not life threatening, she decided, but it was nasty. It would need stitching and was sure to leave a scar.

"FULL PRESS!" First Mate Trepe cried. "DRIVE THEM BACK."

"Come to finish the job?" the Captain asked.

"Excuse me, I saved you," she declared.

"I beg to differ."

"Be quiet," she ordered and tore a scrap of fabric from the hem of her dress and attempted to press it against his wound. "I'll try to stop the bleeding."

The Captain swatted her hand away and muttered a curse under his breath. Rinoa wracked her brain for a way to get him to comply. He was weak and a little out of it, either from the cut or the head injury she'd inflicted. If he fought too hard, she supposed she could whack him over the head with something else and force him to submit to her sorely lacking nursing skills.

"READY THE CANNONS!"

Footsteps alerted Rinoa to a potential threat and she lifted the weapon from the ground to aim it in the direction of the attack.

"What happened?" First Mate Trepe demanded.

Rinoa lowered her weapon, and the First Mate dropped down beside Rinoa.

"Where's Almasy?"

"Being dragged back on that dinghy he calls a ship," the Captain muttered.

"No thanks to me," Rinoa said hotly. "You're welcome, by the way."

"Then I'll not thank you," he said.

"Leonhart, you're injured," Trepe said. "Badly. You need to let Rinoa treat you."

"M'fine," he grunted. He cast a cloudy, unfocused gaze on the First Mate. "You forgot to tell them to fire at will."

Trepe's mouth quirked into a smile and she turned toward the bow and bellowed out an order. A moment later, another voice called for retreat. Rinoa noted it was not Seifer.

"Let's get him to his quarters," Trepe said. "Help me get him up."

"I can stand," the Captain said petulantly.

"Then on your feet, Leonhart," Rinoa said lightly. His withering glare made her cringe and she backpedaled. "Captain. Sir. Um..."

"I told you to stay in your bunk."

"Good thing I didn't listen."

"That is debatable."

He pushed himself into a crouch and rose slowly, but the moment he stood, his face paled and he pitched forward. Rinoa stepped into his path just in time to keep him from crashing face first onto the deck. She tucked herself under his arm and the First Mate took the other side. Together, to the sound of cannon blasts, they dragged him into his quarters. He protested weakly but apparently, the two separate head injuries had sapped all the conviction from his body.

They deposited him on the bed and Trepe passed Rinoa a handful of rags and a bottle of grain alcohol.

"Can you sew?"

"A little," Rinoa said, frowning at the memory of being made to embroider and stitch clothing every afternoon in preparation for running a household some day. She wasn't bad at it, she just wasn't particularly skilled either, mostly due to her lack of interest in such things. "Why do you ask?"

The First Mate passed her a small box that contained sewing supplies and Rinoa stared into the box with an eyebrow lifted.

"That wound will need to be stitched up," First Mate Trepe said. She pressed a bottle of mead into the Captain's hands. "For the pain."

"Wait, you want me to stitch him up?" Rinoa cried. "With... This?"

"I can't bloody well do it," the blonde woman said. "I have to get back out there in his stead. Don't worry. You'll be fine."

"It's not me I'm worried about," Rinoa muttered, earning her a snort from the injured cranktopus on the bed.

"Just take care of it," Trepe said. "Please."

With that, the First Mate left Rinoa all alone with the absolute last person she wanted to be left alone with.

Notes: Thanks so much to those that took the time to leave a review last chapter! It's always nice to hear words of encouragement from readers, and keeps me motivated to write and keep updating. Appreciate you guys!