Avatar; The Royal Firebender.

The Storm

 Along the eastern coastal waters of the earth kingdom, Zuko's ship chugs along the sea, Iroh has been making periodic stops along the port towns searching for information of his nephew's whereabouts. His crew noticed that he didn't bring any money that would be used for bribes but instead brought his pai sho pieces with him wherever he went. The elder firebender stands at the bow of the ship gazing at the cloudless sky above. The wind had all but calmed and the water rippled only with the passing of the ship. A storm was on the horizon, and a massive one at that. He didn't need his old bones to tell him what he had already concluded, but the dull ache in his fingers and elbows reinforced the thought all the same.

"Lieutenant Jee. Let's find the closest port city and make port, there's a typhoon coming." The elder firebender addresses, the younger lieutenant arches an eyebrow at this statement.

"A typhoon? Sir there's not a cloud in the sky." Jee questions but Iroh reaffirms his earlier statement nonetheless.

"Corporal Wan complained of a sudden headache earlier meaning there's been a drop in pressure, as well as the total stillness of the wind and tides. Even my arthritis is telling me there's a storm coming, it'll be here before we know it." Iroh reaffirms before patting the lieutenant on the shoulder and walking inside the bridge.

"Very well. Batten down the hatches! Turn to starboard, let's head to port!" Jee shouts the command towards the deckhands and helmsman.

About twenty miles west of where Iroh's ship is heading, the Gaang find themselves shopping in a fishing town. With less than a silverpiece though they barely have enough money for fruits and nuts let alone salt for the meat Zuko and Sokka had hunted that morning. Katara barters with a produce shop owner over a guava, Sokka and Zuko walk the docks looking for someone who needs an extra deck hand or two. As Katara comes back towards the two with the large fruit under her arm the Gaang come upon an argument with an old married couple.

"I'm telling you, there's a storm coming. I feel it in my bones. It's not safe to go out there!" The old woman insists tugging on the salty mariner's ar.

"I told you it's a perfect day! There's no lousy storm coming."

"Says you. My bones have never been wrong about a storm before and I'm not going with you."

"Fine, I'll just find a new deckhand then and pay him double!" The old man shouts before Sokka decides to raise his hand to see if he and Zuko can score a job.

"We're looking for work!" Sokka shouts.

"You're hired!" The old man responds, pointing at Sokka. As he gets closer to the pair though he notices Aang's airbender appearance. "Hey, arrow tattoos, bald head? Are you the avatar son?"

"Nope, I'm just an airbender. Lee here is the avatar." Aang responds with his usual chipper smile on his face.

"I don't know how you could be so happy after your whole culture vanished from the world. How did you even manage to escape the airbender genocide anyways? You run away when things got heated leaving the rest of your culture to turn to ash?"

"Hey, lay off him! He's just a kid." Katara tries to defend Aang but the young airbender grabs his glyder staff and flies off. "Why'd you have to go and say that!" She shouts before taking off after Aang on foot.

"Great. Now we have to go and find them after this, are we going fishing or what?" Zuko questions turning the old man's attention back towards him.

"What are you the avatar of then? Can't be earth since he died not too long ago and if you were fire you'd be used as a weapon of war. You another airbender like him?"