Warning, this does contain graphic language. I'm going to do this if there is strong language or violence in the chapters, but for this one, it should just be language.

"How much do you want to bet, I can get her, right here, right now."

"Which one?"

"The tan one, water tribe getup, her."

"Mako, she's out of your league, and you're probably a little drunk. How does one fifty sound?"

Mako chuckled. "Fine."

He walked over to her. Things went black and the then it turned right back on. His mind was playing tricks on him, and he bet one hundred yuans he doesn't have. He needed this girl.

He tapped her shoulder, and she turned to him. She was quite the looker, but so was he. Or at least, that is what he told himself.

"What's it going to take for me to get you, now?"

Her face had no expression, but his had plenty when her hand flew across his face. She walked away.

"I'm going home."

Mako slammed a paper on the bar. The bartender looked at it.

I.O.U

"Mako, what have you become?"

"Mako,"

Mako ignored the voice and kept walking.

"Mako!"

A hand grabbed him and spun him around. "You haven't paid rent."

"Look Wang-"

"No I'm tired this nonsense! Pay or leave."

Mako slurred. "I don't have the money."

Wang breathed heavily. "Get the hell out of my apartment building."

"Wang-"

"I've had it up to here. I gave you this place so you can look for Bolin for three hundred yuans more than what the price was. Instead, you get drunk every night, coming in at three in the morning with whores! Get out!"

Mako pushed him. "Fine, I'll go. But you'll miss."

Wang got up in his face. "I'll bet you your rent; I won't miss a fucking thing."

The next day

Mako was sitting on a bench, reflecting the events of yesterday. Regretting the events of yesterday. Wang was right. Bolin was still missing, caught somewhere, on a ship probably thousands of miles away and what was he doing. Pissing away money betting on girls he can't get.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Mako turned. Speaking of girls he couldn't get. He drank from his water bottle. "Doubt it."

She sat down next to him. "You look vaguely similar to a dude I met last night."

Mako chuckled and looked at the sky. "I sure wish I was him."

Now the girl chuckled. "I don't think so; he's probably waking up with my handprint on his face."

"That had to be some pretty kinky sex."

"It was you weren't it?"

Mako raised his hand. "Guilty."

"Some apology."

Mako looked at her. She was really pretty. Then it was starting to come back to him. He looked at her hands. Those were definitely the hands that slapped him square in the face last night.

"Fine, I'm sorry. Happy now?"

"Not necessarily. Korra."

Mako cleared his throat. "Sure."

Korra raised an eyebrow. "Now you introduce yourself. What are you, seven? Or just stupid?"

"Mako."

"Hm. So what's bugging you Mako?"

He chuckled. "Nothing you could help me with."

"I'm the Avatar. I can help you with anything. Shoot."

Mako sighed. "You're stubborn."

Korra smirked. "Guilty."

"My brother has been kidnapped. Him along with a bunch of other people. Claiming there was a bounty on their head."

"How long has he been missing?"

"About two months."

"That's why you're drinking every night I assume."

Mako nodded. "You guessed it."

Korra looked at the sky and back to the boy. "Come with me Mako. I can help you out. Find your brother."

"Why would you help me?"

"I'm the Avatar, it's my job."

"If I said I didn't want your help?"

"I'd capture you and turn you in for a bounty. I know who took brother, and I might know where they're going."

Unknown Island

Bolin's lungs were filled with water up to his throat. He escaped the ship, but far later than he expected. Now he had no idea where he was. He was just stuck in an empty space.

He coughed and water mixed with blood fell out of his mouth. Where was he? Was he abandoned?

He was blacking out quickly, with no hope for survival he was about to give up hope.

"Here… There is… bring… help!"

Whoever it was shouting he could barely make out the words, but someone found him. They seemed friendly, whoever it was. Soon he felt a hand press on his back. It was soft and comforting.

Then it went dark.

"I think he's waking up."

The darkness turned to color. He tried moving his right hand. Worked like a charm. Then his left…

"Ah!" He screamed in pain.

"Easy, you are going to need to give that a rest for a while."

He looked and saw a girl with long black hair and emerald eyes. "Who are you?"

"Asami Sato. Also known as the girl who just saved your ass."

Bolin tried to chuckle. "Thanks."

"It cost some money."

Bolin looked shocked. "Uh, I don't-"

"Its fine," she chuckled. "Seriously. But I could use your help once you get better."

"Sure."

"So Bolin, you were committing suicide I assume."

Bolin looked at her. "Huh?"

"You were trapped in the middle of the ocean with driftwood the thing that would keep you alive, the logical answer is that you were trying to get yourself killed."

Bolin shook his head. "I escaped being kidnapped."

"By who?"

"Not sure. They said I had a bounty on my head though."

Asami chuckled. "You do. In fact, we all do."

"Again, extremely confused."

"They were taking you to an island off the coast of the Southern Air Temple. There you get paid for turning live people in to use as slaves and things of that such. You get paid a lot. So in that case, we've all got a bounty on our head."

Bolin chuckled. "As if the world weren't dangerous enough."

Asami smiled at his humor. "Good to see you aren't a bummer."

"I try not to be."

"Well you'll fit in well here."

"Where am I exactly?"

"Bolin, welcome to The Shilou Dao."

Shilou Dao means Lost Island. According to Google translate. Bye!