Disclaimer: I'm not a broke company run into the ground by WB so I don't own the source materials

I also don't own the full idea for this type of fic, it's inspired heavily by the fics "The Amazing Jaune Arc" and "The Invincible Whitley Schnee" I and only hope to accomplish 1/10th of the success their authors have had.

3 miles off the coast

Bóng Tối Island

Sea of Ký ức Bị Lãng Quên

Eastern Coast of Anima

Kingdom of Mistral

September 17th

80 A.G.W.

The Mistrali shipping boat churned through the waves of the storm, the waves breaking as the bow itself ripped through it. The harsh winds are battering the ship, anything that wasn't previously nailed down having blown off the deck into the dark murky waters of the Sea below. One of the deckhands gripped the rail, his knuckles were bone white from the pressure on which he exerted on the rail. The boy was young, freshly out of school, his face narrow and his body lanky, as zits and acne littered his face and neck, the wispy attempt at facial hair was the boy's attempt to look older.

Just as he breathed in the smell of sea water he suddenly felt a pressure rising up his throat. The deckhands face was a sickly green color, as he threw his head over the railing and made wrenching noises. Looking over the edge at the inky black water he's able to just barely make out the floating remains of what had previously been his lunch, the red from the tomatoes on his sandwich, they were the most visible of all of it before they too were dragged under the water, into the murky depths.

As the deckhand leans on the railing, needing support both from his violent bout of puking, and the rocking of the ship, rain continues to pour from the sky, making the young man tighten and scrunch his face, attempting to see anything on the island at all, yet all he can make out is the blurry forest, anything smaller is not visible to him.

A clap of thunder overhead the island shook awake the sole occupant, his sun-baked arms and face were a stark contrast to his once pale skin, a testament to the three years he had spent on this island, his own personal hell. Wiping his face clean of the rain that had seeped through the holes and cracks of the roof of the hut, he stretched and looked over the rundown village hut he called home the ship caught his eyes, it was faint and blurry to most, but with his trained eyes he could see the ship almost as well as if it was bright and sunny outside.

Widening his ice-blue eyes, the realization hit him. This might be the closest chance he's had in the 30-something long months of hell to get off the Island. Rushing out his makeshift hammock, he grabs the bow and quiver of arrows he had left strewn across the torn and tattered wood floor of the hut. Shifting through the quiver he eventually finds the arrow he was looking for, a longer one with a makeshift attempt at a flare tied around the tip. "Come on, one chance to make this." His raspy voice sounded off and harsh due to his misuse over the time he'd spent on the island.

Grabbing his worn, golden lighter, the fire dust gives way as a small fire bravely bursts out of the lighter, the wind already whipping it around as he brings the flame to the flare. "Come on, come on, work damnit." His voice slowly getting back to being used, rang out in desperation as he watched the ship continue to sail past the island, the flame finally caught and the man let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Getting into place he draws the bow, nocking the attempt at a warning arrow, he inhales. Closing one of his eyes he lines up his shot, adjusting for the extra weight of the arrow he aims slightly higher toward his target than he would've before. Exhaling he lets loose of the bowstring as the arrow sails through the air. After a few seconds of waiting the arrow finds its target, the torn pile of wood, and cloth, wrapped carefully under a cover of an emerald green sail.

The fire dust quickly ignites, spreading flames to the rest of the wood and cloth, as a large signal fire quickly combusts. Seeing this the man drops his bow and tries his best to shout over to the ship, his voice scratchy as he attempts to yell over the roaring thunder. But making his way to the fire he grabs the emerald sail, torn and tattered he had been wearing as a cloak to protect himself from the harshness of the island, looking sadly at it one last time he tosses it into the fire.

The deckhand continues to throw up, unable to hold anything down. But as he raises his head one last time he's nearly blinded due to the sudden brightness as the warning fire ignites and catches in front of him. Narrowing his eyes the deckhand quickly raises his hands shielding his eyes from the rain as he strains his eyes, scanning every inch of the beach, attempting to make out anything on the beach. Eventually, he sees something glimmer in the light of the signal fire, rubbing his eyes to readjust he looks back over. Now fully visible is a man, in a ripped and tattered T-shirt, his snow-white hair was matted and covered in dirt, but it helped to attract the deckhand's eyes.

Curling his hands around his both the deckhand screamed towards the bridge of the cargo ship. "Stop the ship, Stop the ship!" Running towards the bridge now, the boats rocking through the water makes him bump into the sides of the ship bouncing between the railing and the walls, all the while he's still shouting. "Stop the ship, we have a stranded man."

Back on the island, the man waits with bated breath, making out the ship seems to continue to move away from the island when suddenly it slows and stops, and straining his eyes allows him to see a small boat be lowered in the water, bracing the rough seas it begins to come his way. The man smiles as he brushes his hand through his hair, revealing the true brightness of the white of the hair. But that doesn't matter to him, all he can think of is that he'll finally be headed home, after three years stranded Whitley Schnee is finally on his way back to Atlas.

It's me back on my bullshit bringing you all another new story. This is just a teaser for what's to come, as I'm going away on vacation for the next 2 weeks and will resume updating once I'm back.

As always thank you to Silver for enabling me and all my shitty ideas. I hope you all enjoyed the start of what I hope will be something good.

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