"This is what you get for being stupid," Azula informed him primly. The dragon that used to be Jet growled angrily.

"Would you please hold still?" Teo complained as he wrestled with the bracelet that had caused all of this, "Who puts an iron hinge on a gold bracelet? It's cheap, it's tacky, and it's rusted shut. Oh, there we go." It snapped open, falling to the sand and leaving Jet's leg free.

"Everyone knows a dragon's treasure is enchanted," Caspian pointed out, then winced at the growl that got from Jet, "Well, everyone from here, anyway."

"He should've known not to mess with dragons anyway," Teo grumbled, "Or at least not to mess with a mysterious hoard of gold with a couple skeletons mixed in for flavor found in the middle of an island where there's nothing alive. I know he knows the spirit stories."

Jet grumbled but laid his head down on his front paws without anything more vehement. Apparently he did in fact know the spirit stories and is aware he was stupid. Good for him.

Azula had to admit, if only in the privacy of her own mind, that there was a certain amount of irony in Jet, who hated fire and the fire nation so vehemently, being transformed into a dragon, the very symbol and embodiment of both. The fact that he was a narnian dragon made it even better, because while some narnian dragons were wise and benevolent in the manner of the dragons of their native land, they were more often completely consumed by utter greed or utter wrath, destroying all in their paths. Azula had heard about the thing with the dam.

"Do you intend to lay there the rest of the day?" Rheepicheep asked Jet, poking him.

Jet blew smoke, looked surprised for a moment, then turned and hid his face from everyone else.

Azula, much as she disliked him, couldn't help but pity him as he started to shake, from sorrow or shock or fear she couldn't tell.

"Let's give him a minute," Teo said, wheeling away as quietly as he could when the whole beach was sharp gravel.

Azula quietly excused herself as well, Caspian on her heels. Only Rheepicheep stayed behind, sitting next to the reluctant dragon's paws and talking softly.

"So what are we going to do?" Teo asked, "We can't leave him here, there's no food, but I don't think he's going to fit on the ship anymore."

"We'll have to find a way to undo the curse," Azula shrugged, not particularly happy about it, "And maybe the next island will have animals on it."

"I hope so," Caspian looked grim.

They were quiet for a moment.

"Is it wrong of me to think that even though he got turned into a creature of fire and mindless wrath he's still less feral than he was when we ran into those slavers?" Teo asked.

"Teo!" Azula choked trying not to laugh, "Don't you dare say that where he can hear you!"