Jack Sparrow was marooned on a God-forsaken island. Again. Things like this always happened to him, and this time, he took it all in stride. All he had to do was to wait, and wait, and wait until the perfect opportunity came to him. Looking at his compass, which pointed into the general direction of his rum, he quickly seized the bottle and downed its contents into his throat. It was not long before he saw a man, no wait, a teenager, a little younger than Will when he first saw him, with a scar which covered the left portion of his face and gold eyes. Wait a minute, gold eyes? Normal people did not have gold eyes, if his memory served him well.
Being always the gentleman, Jack decided to go up to the poor fellow, and offered him a sip of his rum. "Here you go, mate," he said, looking at the teenager with much intrigue. He was old enough to drink, no doubt, but what happened to him that made him so troubled? "Looks as if you need it more than ol' Captain Jack Sparrow."
The boy regarded Jack for a moment, and decided to take his word for it. However, the rum tasted foreign to his palate, judging by his facial expression, and quickly gave the bottle back to Jack with a curt nod. "Thanks," he murmured before abruptly punching a column of fire into the air, causing the pirate to raise an eyebrow. He had seen some strange things in his life, but there was nothing stranger than the angst-filled soul sitting next to him.
"So, mate, what got you here in the first place?" Jack asked the boy, whose raging temper seemed to have ceased somewhat. "And where am I, actually?"
The youth just looked up at him as if he was insane or totally ignorant. "You're in one of the islands closest to the Fire Nation's capital," he said. Wait, this man, with so much eyeliner that he could have sworn that he was effeminate, was surely totally ignorant. Jack had a good look on his scar, and still did not run away in fear, or grovel, or do a combination of both…
"Ah, and where might this Fire Nation be?"
Prince Zuko was sure that he would have punched Jack in the face. but he did not get the chance. For however short that meeting was, it was ended as quickly as it began, as a ship, rising from the depths of the ocean surfaced before them, and its crew dragged him aboard with its captain nodding him a brief "Good Morning, Your Highness." No matter how impossible it seemed, the ship sank into the depths of the sea almost immediately, leaving Zuko in a daze.
At least it took him off whatever tormented his mind. Now, all there was to do was to pluck up the courage to face his father, win back the heart of the Water-bender whom he had previously betrayed, help the Avatar save the world and oh yes, try to forget about the strange Captain named after a sparrow.