Sokka pulled out his meteorite sword from its sheath. It glimmered in the sunlight and cast a glare in Katara's eyes, who was trying to read a scroll. She held her arms up to her eyes to shield the light, but the arm decided it wanted to get tangled up in the rope on the Water tribe ship that she rigged up as a pulpit for her reading. She sighed in disgust.
"Uhh… Sokka, why do you keep doing that? I'm trying to read."
Sokka laughed manically and swung the black sword from left to right, twirling it over his head and brought it crashing down on a broken crate. "It's the sword-wielding sensation that's defending the nation!" He twirled it around and did a reverse backslash. He lowered his voice and spoke in a guttural tone, "It's Sokka, defender of the weak!"
Katara laughed. "Oh, Sokka, whatever am I supposed to do? A weak little woman like me can't fend for herself," she teased in a high-pitched voice.
"Don't fear feeble peasant, nothing can trump the almighty Space Sword!"
Katara swished her arms from the rope and brought them around each other, creating a small wave that crashed onto the ship's deck. Sokka attempted to slice though the water, but instead lost his balance and fell on his face. "Real cute, Katara." A couple of the ship's crew walked past and snickered at the fallen warrior, which only made Sokka more embarrassed.
Katara laughed. "At least you have to look forward to when Piandao said you would be a master swordsman someday."
"I will. I'll show you all."
Katara noticed the hilt of the black-bladed sword. "Sokka, what is that symbol, there on the hilt?"
Sokka looked at the hilt. "It's the White Lotus. I never put it together, but I think Piandao gave me this, I don't know, maybe because I am an honorary member, or something."
"But you're not old Sokka."
"Yet. I think this is what I am meant for. Are there any people in the Order of the White Lotus that are from the Water Tribes? I doubt it."
"Well, I'm glad you know what you want to do with your life."
"Yeah, it's gonna be really hard. I must learn discipline and hone my craft everyday. I have to practice…" Sokka noticed that Katara had her head down. "Katara, are you alright?"
A tear welled up in her eye. "It's just that… I don't know what I'm going to do. Ever since… we left… nothing makes sense any more."
Sokka sheathed his sword, went to his sister and put his arm around her. "It's going to be alright, Katara. We'll see Aang someday. And I'll bet it's gonna be sooner than later."
"Thanks Sokka."
"Hey no problem. That's what the Space Sword Warrior is for!"
