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Author's Note: Oh my God, I finally did it! This fic has been sitting around for way too long, and I finally wrote part 6! Yippee! However, for the next two weeks, this will be my last update. I am taking my AS exams, and my dad has officially banned me from the the computer. Why? Cause he's a bastard, but that's not the point. Please enjoy this part, and I'll be back soon!

Gundams on the High Seas
By The 41st Magaunac

Part 6

Trowa broke the surface with a gasp for air. He had been floundering around in the current for what felt like an eternity, and thanked his instructor silently for the training he'd had in holding his breath for extended periods.

The mist was very thick and hung low over the sea. The ship from which he had fallen was nowhere no be seen, though he might have been mere metres from it and not even noticed.

'Now what?' he thought to himself. He knew that there was a possible chance to be able to swim for the English coast, but that it was only done by athletic swimmers, and though he was fit, he wasn't exactly Olympic standard. What's more, he had no food, except for the congealed mayonnaise he still seemed to be wearing, and no water. He'd be damned (not to mention extremely sick) if he was going to drink anything that was in the English Channel.

What's more, the water around reeked. Not just mildly, and not just of fish. The smell was so intense that he feared his nose was going to shut down or fall of his face in complaint.

He continued to tread water while he considered his options, then finally decided that his best bet would be to pursue the trail the ship had dredged up as it went past. Hopefully, sooner or later they would get to port, or he could catch up.

He took off in a leisurely breaststroke. It would have been a lot easier to swim if he wasn't still coated in disgusting yellowing gunge, but he knew that for now it couldn't be helped. He was just beginning to get into the pace when a large shadow passed over his head. Hoping that it was the ship come back to pick him up, he turned himself in the water, only to find himself looking up at a set of massive pearly white teeth.

"Oh fu- glub," mistakenly, he opened his mouth to swear, and got a mouthful of channel water which immediately made him gag. He floundered desperately against the current pulling him into the giant jaws, but was dragged inevitably inside. The jaws snapped shut, and the massive water beast sank beneath the waves again, leaving the water calm and peaceful once again.

Heero was at a loss. He had never seen anyone look so entirely miserable and pathetic as Quatre did at that moment. In a way it was quite touching. Though he and Trowa had some horrific arguments sometimes, Heero knew that they cared about each other very much. Rather like him and Duo in fact.

Aah, Duo. He'd better go and check that Wufei wasn't threatening to kill him or something; however, he didn't really want to leave Quatre on his own. Particularly not when there was anything sharp lying about.

He rolled his eyes, thinking of the only sure thing he knew which would cheer Quatre up. He reached into his shorts, pulling out the soft, warm fuzzy thing he found down there, and walked over to Quatre, sitting down behind him, half behind a crate.

"Hey Quatre?" he said softly.

"Yeah?" Quatre sniffled.

"There's someone here to see you…" Heero put his hand into the puppet (what did you think it was? Hentais!) "Hi Quatre!" he said, putting on a high squeaky voice. "Why so blue little buddy?"

Quatre smiled a little and looked at the little puppet. It was shaped like a teddybear, and was wearing a little straw hat with a slightly bent daisy sticking out of it. "Oh, Mr. Cuddles, the most awful thing has happened!"

Heero made the puppet scratch it's head and shrug. "What's that?"

"Something terrible happened to Trowa! He was here one minute, and then the next Duo knocked him into the sea! Now he might be dead, or cold and wet and scared!"

Heero rolled his eyes and continued his squeaky charade. "I'm sure he's safe and sound Quatre! And I know he loves you very much…" Ick, where was all this coming from? Heero scowled. He would have to remember to hurt Duo later for making him watch too much 'Sailor Moon'.

"Oh Mr. Cuddles!" said Quatre, more tears coming to his eyes. "You always know just the right thing to say! But what should I do?"

"What, you want more?" Heero suddenly realised he had used his own voice, and coughed. "Well, why don't you do something to honour his memory?" Heero said with a brainwave. "Sailors would often pray that their companions return safely from sea voyages."

"That's a great idea!" said Quatre happily as he hopped up. "Thanks Mr. Cuddles! I'll do my best!"

Heero heaved a sigh and tucked Mr. Cuddles back in his shorts, and stood up, walking over to Quatre.

"Oh, hey Heero!" said Quatre. "I had a chat with Mr. Cuddles, and now everything is gonna be fine! He gave me such great advice; I'd wish you'd been here to see! I'm gonna go and do exactly what he said!" With a skip, Quatre ran out of the room and off towards his quarters.

Heero blinked a couple of times. "That boy really needs therapy," he said, as he made his way towards the bridge.

"How many times must I say this, Maxwell!? No, you cannot have a go!"

Duo hung off Wufei, who kept his hands firmly glued to the steering wheel. "But I wanna go! I'm good with this kind of thing!"

"Oh yeah, what kind of experience do you have?"

"Well… I can… I can…" Duo thought for a moment, "Whoop Heero's ass at 'Mario Kart'!"

"Well, excuse me for not leaping in enthusiasm at the prospect of having someone who still finds the scientific names for ones genitals amusing," Duo smirked, confirming Wufei's conviction, "steering us through the English Channel. The answer is still no Maxwell. Go and find someone else to torture."

"Aaw, but Wu-man, Heero isn't around right now!" whined Duo.

Wufei rolled his eyes. "Very well. I have to go and fetch some of those papers I left in the stern. Can you steer this thing for 5 minutes while I'm gone? Or should I just get a seagull to do the steering for me? Same difference.

Duo stuck his tongue out and saluted. "I can handle it," he said and grabbed the wheel before Wufei could protest. The Chinese pilot sighed and took his leave of the cabin.

Duo smirked.

"Calling me stupid, eh?" he said half to himself, "Very well, Wufei. We'll see how stupid I look when YOU'RE the one glued to the wheel. Literally." He pulled a small tube of Trowa's hair wax out of his pocket and grinned. "I knew this would come in handy when Trowa dropped it."

He carefully squeezed the tube, pouring a steady trail around most of the outside of the wheel, leaving only a couple of gaps where he could put his hands. He couldn't help giggling to himself. "Wait til Wufei gets a load of this!"

"A load of what?"

Duo turned to notice Heero standing in the doorway. He heaved a little sigh of relief and quickly pocketed the tube. "Oh, it's just you, Heero," he said thankfully. "Just steering for a while. Wufei's getting some maps.

Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's waist and planted a kiss on the back of his head. "I haven't seen much of you lately."

"Well, no," agreed Duo, "You hung me up from the mast all night. It doesn't do a lot for ones sex drive you know."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Heero kissed Duo's neck gently. "Forgive me?"

"Hmm, we'll see," said Duo, who was still rather miffed. He would forgive Heero of course, but only after exacting some sweet, sweet revenge.

"Oh Nataku help us," said Wufei grimly, "Get a room." He strolled back into the cabin. "I'll take the wheel now, Maxwell.

Duo grinned and shrugged releasing the wheel. Heero cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. He had seen that smirk a hundred times before, and it always meant that something hideously embarrassing was about to happen to one or more of the pilots, and that the person behind it would always be Duo.

Wufei took the wheel without further complaint, and looked out the window. "We can't be too far from land now," he said. "The maps say that England isn't too far away from our present position, if we've guess correctly. If we guessed wrong, we could be anywhere."

"Well, according to this map, we wanna head to port from here," stated Heero, glancing at the papers. Wufei merely nodded and turned the wheel, going hand over hand, having no difficulty at all moving them. It wasn't even slightly sticky.

Wufei glanced down at his hand. "Euw…" he said, "There's something slippery on the wheel. Duo, what on Earth have you been doing while I was gone?"

Duo just stared at him dumbfounded.

"No, actually, I just don't wanna know," said Wufei quickly. "Go and let out more of the sail, I think there's a strong wind picking up."

Duo merely nodded and wandered out of the little cabin and on to the deck, Heero close behind him.

"Is something wrong?" Heero asked him.

"I don't get it!" said Duo, pulling the little tube back out of his pocket. "It was meant to work! Why didn't it work?"

"What work?" asked the confused perfect soldier.

Duo sighed, knowing that it would all come out eventually anyway. "I was planning to get Wufei's hands stuck to the wheel with Trowa's hair wax," he said, unscrewing the top, and putting a little on his finger. He sniffed it, then licked it. "But it didn't work!" He passed the tube to Heero. "Trowa once told me that he could use this as a substitute for Gundanium adhesive, so why didn't it work for me?"

Heero looked curiously at the little tube, flipping it over and squinting slightly to read the tiny writing. Then he went a little pale.

"Umm, Duo, I think I know why it didn't work," he said slowly.

"Why?" asked Duo. "Come on, Heero tell me!"

"Well ,the fact is that this isn't hair wax, Duo."

"It's not?"

"Well, no."

Duo left a pause, then rolled his eyes. "So what is it then? Come on Heero, don't leave me in the dark!"

"Umm… well… most people probably don't carry theirs around with them."

"What? Lip salve?"

"No Duo."


"No Duo."

"Tomato puree?"

"Umm, no Duo."

"Well, what then Einstein? Seeing as you know everything, would you care to tell ME?" Duo folded his arms.

"It's lube, Duo."

Duo grinned. "Yeah, right Heero. What is it really?"

Heero shook his head. "It's lube Duo," he smelt the little tube, "Cherry flavoured by the smell of it."

Duo's entire body trembled. "You mean I just… in my mouth…?"

"Yes. Sorry, Duo."

"Excuse me. I'm afraid I'm going to have to do something very girly now," said Duo with an inane grin on his face, as his eyes rolled to the back of head and he passed out in the middle of the deck.

Heero shook his head and glanced down at the tube again. "So that's where it went. I knew I should never have leant it to Trowa in the first place. Never lend lube to a man with a history of amnesia. Oi."


To Be Continued!