A wail of an infant rose above the screams of her mother and for a moment it seemed as if time itself had stopped. The next Avatar had been born. The tiny human that was now wrapped in a cloth and presented to her father was one of the most powerful living creatures the mortal world had to offer. The father lifted up his infant daughter with pride, knowing in that moment how special she was. The Chief of the Southern Tribe knew he would have to be stern with his little girl so that she wouldn't make the same mistakes he had.

The years quickly passed and Tonraq knew that his child was far from ordinary. She was determined, strong, stubborn, everything you'd expect from a prodigy. The young girl had taken up sword fighting which was how she'd met the only friend she'd ever been able to make. Her father tried to keep her busy with studies and training, among other things, but all the young Avatar yearned for was an adventure. It had all started in the market place when the eight year old had slipped away from her guards once again.

She spotted a group of Republic City guards chasing after a thief and she grinned before taking off after them. Perhaps she would finally get the adventure she hoped for. She followed the royal guard easily but when she turned she realized she was no longer alone. Along side her was a taller raven haired girl, perhaps her age.

"What are you doing?" the shorter girl asked.

"Whatever you're doing," her companion answered easily, as if it was the most obvious and natural thing in the world. The girl was a heiress visiting the South with her father while he conducted business, supposedly with the chief. She'd seen the shorter girl running after all the guards. She thought nothing of following suit.

The blue eyed girl rolled her eyes, stopping when the guards did in front of them, looking up to see the thief trying to find an escape. Korra took a deep breath and got into her horse stance before slamming her foot on the ground, causing the earth to shake. The men grabbed onto one another, trying to keep each other from falling. The thief gave the child a goofy grin and a wink as he made his getaway and the child smiled until one of the guards lifted her up from the collar of her shirt.

"You little-"

"Put her down!"

And that's how it all had started, how fate had brought two kids together and created a bond like nothing the world had ever seen, and a plethora of trouble. Both fathers had been furious at their behavior and the Water Tribe man knew that his fears were becoming a reality. His daughter had indeed inherited his adventurous spirit. He feared what fate had in store for her.

The years passed and he grew more strict, never managing to correct her but instead driving her further and further away from him. She hated the royal life, she hated being bound inside the four walls. Korra's only happiness came when her best friend Asami visited or wrote to her. It was because of this that when her father proposed a trip to the city that she was excited to see the slightly older teen.

"I have to have a guard with me at all times," Korra growled exasperated. "Even when I'm in the freaking bathroom, they're outside."

"If you wouldn't get into so much trouble, you wouldn't need the procession," Asami replied, shoving Korra's shoulder good-naturedly.

"What happened to your 'it's better to ask forgiveness than permission' slogan?"

The heiress laughed, shaking her head. "It works on me because the only time I get in trouble is when I'm with you."

The younger girl grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning against the frame of the window. As she looked down at the people passing by below and she couldn't help but wish that she wasn't a heiress herself. She couldn't hide from her Avatar title, even though for the most part, she wasn't needed. Sure, peace and balance were still something Avatar's worked toward but she had a different vision in mind.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw a boy running through the street, a bag in his hand and a guard chasing after him. She recognized the guard, a brutal and cruel man that had been in her father's service for years. That boy was in trouble. Big trouble.

"What are you doing?" the Nonbender asked as her best friend opened the window.

"That guard is going to kill that kid if he gets his hands on him," the Waterbender answered.

"Korra..."

"Forgiveness over permission, right?"

With a sigh the taller girl nodded her head, grabbing onto her friend as the shorter girl used her Airbending to cushion their fall. Once on the ground they both took off in the direction of the guard and boy. They found them in an alley, the man's hand wrapped around the boy's wrist, sword in hand.

"I'll teach you a lesson you filthy peasant," the guard growled.

The young Avatar punched forward, air spiraling out of her first, knocking the man back. The boy quickly scampered behind a barrel and the guard stood, glaring at both girls. He had enough of the brat. She needed to be taught a lesson. The man raised his arms, trapping the Nonbender's feet and cutting off her advance. Asami growled in frustration, trying to free herself to no avail as her friend and the guard fought.

The man lifted an angled pillar, clipping the shorter girl in the side, knocking her into a barrel of water, spilling it. Korra shook her head, watching as the boy tried to run only to get caught, the guard raising the sword once more. Without thinking she slung her arm around and realized a moment too late what she'd made happen.

The man let out a choked sound, a strange gurgle trying to escape, blood filling his mouth before he went limp. The spike through his chest was the only thing holding him up now.

The girl watched in horror as he bled out, not able to move, horrified by what she had done. The next few hours were a blur. Asami had managed to free herself and sought out the Chief who looked with horror at the body of his guard. He quickly asked for his body to be taken away before grabbing his daughter and practically dragging her home, his hand no doubt leaving a mark on her arm. The man demanded an explanation and the girl managed to tell him what happened but that didn't calm his wrath, even as his twelve year old daughter stood there trembling, still trying to wrap her mind around what had just occurred.

"If you did a better job at picking your guards-" she had started to try and defend, a half-hearted effort.

"I'm not the one that put a spike through a man's chest!" her father snapped.

Tears welled in the girl's eyes and she fled to her room, slamming the door and locking it behind her, wanting to be alone. He didn't understand her. He didn't believe her. Her own father didn't trust her or support her and it hurt. She quickly wiped away her tears. The brunette had sworn she'd seen what looked like a pirate ship before docked on the cost. Maybe if she...

The girl pulled her parka over her head as she waited for night to fall. She watched the guards below, waiting for them to switch shifts which would leave her unguarded. Once the time came she climbed down and left her home behind, reaching the ship she had seen earlier and talking to its captain, asking for passage out of the South.

That same night she left the city, her parents, the memory of her crime, even her only friend. It would be a decade before the ship she now commanded would ever come near the water of Yue Bay again. Destiny had been written, and it said that they would all collide again. A Nobel Princess, a priceless treasure, and a royal thief.

I could feel my lips turn up in a wicked grin, and my whole form tingled with pure delight. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Oh and we are back! And this is just a little Sinbad/Pirates of the Caribbean crossover type thing that just called to us! I mean come on! Of course this has a few twists from the Dreamworks animated Sinbad movie that I grew up with as a kid. Me and my co-author are psyched!

Anyway, review your thoughts.

We out! Peace!