Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar, or the big, but small iron ship that this chapter takes place on. I also do not own any of the characters, except Kabira Senghore, and the plot as well. Also, I do not own anything else that i forgot to mention in this story.

Note: this takes place on Tuesday, September 6, 2005, in the middle of the ocean (does anyone know the name?) in the Avatar world, which, like I mentioned earlier, I do not own. Also, does anyone know the name of the Captain's place on the ship, where he steers the giant boat?

Lin13- I'm positive that I've never been through a storm like this. Its all made up in my imagination. You sound like Cadee, when she almost slept through it, but the sinking of the ship kept her from it. lol Anywayz, thanks for reviewing!

Also, I think that this chapter was kind of bland, so I decided to go ahead and post two chapters in the same day, so here's one for now! Also, when you see either AUTHOR or KABIRA it means that it's through their point of view. The author one is my point of view, through the author, me, and the Kabira one is through Kabira's point of view…does that make sense? If not, just ask me and I'll explain again. I don't mind.

And please, No Flames! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 4-Finding

AUTHOR

A distressed soldier ran through the halls of the great, but small iron ship that had been the home to dozens of people for 2 years now. He was on a mission. He had just received word from the helmsman that there was something floating in the ocean about a mile ahead of them and at the rate that this ship was going, they'd hit in no time...also, it looked to be a person.

He reached the Captain in about 5 minutes, which was record time. But by the time he'd gotten there, he was choking for air. A Prince with a scar across his left eye looked up at the man from his maps that he had beenstudying, and a retired general, the prince's uncle, looked at the same man from his tea cup.

"Person…dead…ahead…about to…run…into it…one mile…'head…turn 10 degrees…left…" and he almost collapsed, but another soldier rushed forward and caught him. The Captain got the message though, and began to turn the ship hurriedly, while the prince and uncle raced to the deck. When they got there, soldiers were awaiting order, watching the figure in the ocean grow nearer by the minute. "Lower the ropes" the retired general ordered.

"Uncle! What are you doing? We don't know if this person can be trusted! I mean they'refloating in the middle of the ocean! I will not letthem aboard my ship!" he fumed. The General turned to his nephew. "Just until we know if we can trust her" he expained, smiling slightly.The prince obviously didn't like the decision, but he let it pass, fuming so much that steam rose from his body. "Keep your cool Zuko" he thought as his men lowered the rope down to the sea.

Since the boat was so big, it took until it was right on top on the person for it to turn, but it soon got there.

KABIRA

Iwoke up to a small headache, and the feeling like I would understand very slowly for awhile, or at least until I regained awareness of my surroundings. I also woke to the smelling of wet wood. I realized that I was still holding onto the driftwood. Then I heard yelling.

"Lower the rope!" someone yelled.

"My family!" I thought excitedly, and so I looked up slowly, fighting off a small set of dizziness. But I didn't see anyone, or the vastness of the giant lake either. Also, I smelled the salty sea. "How strange…" Then my eyes adjusted to being able to see again, and I saw this gigantic metal ship bearing down onme! I didn't scream, which was strange, especially for me;I just floated there, silently staring. Some men threw arope overboard, and then tied it to their ship as well, whilethe boat was slowly turning away.But It didn't turn so far that I couldn't hear someone yell, "Grab the rope!" I did as I was told, as always, finally letting go of the last piece of wood from the boat that had explodedthe night before. My muscles screamed of soreness, something that I hadn't felt in a long time, andmy face scrunched up as I grabbed the worn rope and looked up, the ship dragging me along.

There were people wearing two shades of red armor, looking down at me. An old man was the one that had yelled at me, I could tell.

"Can you climb up?" The man asked. "I think…"my voice didn't work, so I tried again. "I think so!" I yelled with all of my might, my voice cracking. But they obviously heard me, because the man turned to the others and said, "Hold the rope steady."

I thought, "Ok, to get to safety, I have to do this. Ok, I'm ready! Let's do this!" I began pulling myself up the rope slowly, my muscles screaming in pain each time I moved. Thankfully I could rock climb and that I had the strength I did. Pulling myself out of the water was the hard part. I slipped once, but I held onto the rope harder,andregained myself, taking my time. The men were worried, but they did all that they could, and the Captain kept the boat as steady as possible. Team work always worked well.

Once we hit a wave, and I was swung outward, then was rammed back into the boat. I let out a gasp of pain. "Get it in gear!" I said to myself quietly.

I stood up against the side slowly, pulling back and up at the same time. I was actually walking up the side ofthe boat! I soon neared the railing, my goal in sight. A hand reached out, and I took it, grasping it for all things dear. I pulled myself the rest of the way up, with some help of course, and then once I was on the other side, I dropped to the ground, my legs buckling under me. The soldier let go of me and left quickly, running around the corner of the ship.

I was so tired, I wanted to just sit there for all eternity. I closed my eyes, still fighting off the pain. But I couldn't give up now. I'd made it all the way up the side of the boat when my body had said no. I was too far into the game now.

I soon looked up, my hair falling in my face all around me, and I looked into the soft, golden eyes of the old man kneeling beside me. Then I looked around, and met the same golden eyes of every man there, except for one who was looking away. He looked about my age, maybe a year older.

"Are you all right, my dear?" the man asked kindly. I looked back into his deep, kind, golden eyes, searching for hope.

Ok, if you've gotten this far, please review. There have been over 50 people look at this thing, and only two have reviewed. You dont even have to tell me that you like it, just tell me what I can work on. But I do thank you Lin13, and Lady Innocence, who are good, and loyal, and who reviewed. Thank you for you're time.