Notes: The second arc of the story, in which Katara is feeling the mutual victimhood (and the heatstroke), but that only lasts till Zuko pisses her off again. Meanwhile, do antibiotics exist in Avatarverse? Tricky question. Thank you for reading this far, and expect shorter scenes interspersed with longer scenes as in Act 1. The rapid updating as of late will slow a bit, because I need to work out continuity details before I get too much further along, or risk digging myself a hole and falling into it.
Act 2
The Fisherman
Scene 1
The fisherman looked down at them from the deck of his little ship. The sight was a sad one: a bucket that could barely be called a boat on its better days, filled with two teenagers brown from the sun and hagard from starvation. The girl leaned against one side of the lifeboat, and she barely raised her head to blink at their rescuer. Sprawled across the bottom of the boat was a boy, head in the girl's lap, looking more than a little dead already.
"Is he dead?" the fisherman asked. The girl shook her head. He couldn't tell if she was crying or not.
"Okay then, I'll take him up first."
With a sigh the fisherman stepped from the rope ladder into the lifeboat. He leaned over to hoist the unconscious young man onto his shoulders.
"He doesn't have his armor anymore," the girl said. The fisherman gave her a perplexed look.
"...Well he's not likely to find any replacements onbard."
"He'll be mad when he wakes up," she replied.
"If this kid wakes up," the fisherman muttered, glancing at the pale features of the boy as if he doubted it could happen, "he'll be better off without armor."