Day 1

Sokka awoke to a pleasant breeze that at first comforted him. However something was amiss. He noticed that he was surrounded by water, ebbing and flowing all around him and he knew he definitely wasn't on Appa anymore. Sokka jolted up and saw that he had been lying on an unfamiliar beach.

"Uh…guys?" was all Sokka could manage to say. Had they landed and unloaded him onto this beach? Sokka looked around but couldn't see Toph, Aang or his sister and saw no sign of a camp or campfire. But it was still pretty early in the day, so Sokka wasn't really expecting a camp…either way though, he would have liked to have an explanation as to why he would be laying in the water on a beach…and why he had no recollection as to how he got there. Sokka remembered an old Water Tribe saying "He who lies down with the Sea Prunes, will not get plucked" which Sokka took to mean that just lying around would probably not solve any problems. He vainly tried to squeeze water from his clothes and went inward to the line of trees just a few yards up from where he had been laying. From the looks of things it looked like a wild jungle and Sokka knew that it would be unlikely that the rest of the gang would venture into such a place. With that in mind, Sokka began hiking across the sandy hills, his wet feet coated with sand as he went. Sokka was sure that at any moment he would hear the laughter of his friends and that all would be well, but the more Sokka walked, the less likely that scenario became. Sokka walked and walked and after what he considered to be a mile, he gave up and decided to head in the opposite direction since clearly they would not have ventured that far off from their beloved friend (or brother). Before he left though he decided to mark where he left off with a few leaves and rocks so that should he have to come back that way again, he would not expect to see anyone up to that point…He started his long trek back and judging by the position of the sun it was about a good time past noon. He walked again for what seemed like an hour until at last, pretty tired from walking across the sandy path, he gave up. It hadn't dawned on him until that point that he wasn't wearing shoes (it just felt so natural to be without shoes on the beach anyway) and so he was sure that they wouldn't just willingly leave him with naught but the clothes on his back. Something was definitely wrong with the picture and Sokka was determined to find out what it was. However that would have to wait as another bit of Water Tribe wisdom came to mind: "When in doubt, eat, then try again later." Sokka was definitely the pride of the Southern Water Tribe and so he began to ponder as to what exactly he could eat. Fish perhaps…but he had no spear or knife or any weapon for that matter besides his boomerang (thank the moon) which he suspected would not be particularly effective against aquatic life. A bird? That was using the old noggin and so he grabbed his boomerang out of it's sheathe and then finding a small snail on a tree, put it on a rock as bait and waited in the shade of the trees on the jungle's edge. He hoped birds liked snails.

A good long time of waiting came and went and it looked as though it would reach darkness before any meal would present itself. Just as doubt began to cloud his judgment though an errant bird perched its self on the rock and seemed to be begging Sokka to slaughter it…to which Sokka happily obliged. It only took one swift throw of the mighty boomerang to kill the poor thing, which flopped to the sand below. It was meal time. After he gathered some wood to make a fire, a few branches from here and there, he used his Boomerang to scratch against some flint to create a spark and then a fire. Things were looking good for the moment….whether he was lost or not. He roasted the bird over the fire, it was relatively small, and soon he began to eat all that he could until he found himself quite content.

Now that that was over, it was time to once again search for his lost friends. It was already getting dark though and Sokka began to question the wisdom in searching any more that day…but he felt certain that his friends had to be around here somewhere and pushing himself to make another decent effort, he left his campfire and began walking again. The beach seemed a little bit more menacing and unforgiving in the diming light. Before long it began to feel as though the longer he walked the more lost he was becoming, but Sokka tried hard to push that thought away. It was counter-productive at this point. He just hoped that around any corner or tree could be a smiling Toph or a waving Aang…he wasn't sure what Katara would do. However just as he came across another bend he saw something that shocked him. It wasn't his friends or Appa or even a platoon of fire nation soldiers….it was the leaves and rocks he had left behind as the marker of his progress….

"I must be on an island..." said a worried Sokka.