A New Home
By: Iroh's Tea Shoppe Girls
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They were less than one-hundred-fifty in number when they arrived at the South Pole. Fifty were lost during the voyage, including all of the statesmen but one. No one had expected the journey to be easy.
The one surviving politician immediately, upon recognizing the opportunity, declared himself the Chieftain. After the first week, he wished there was anyone qualified enough to pass the job off to. The South Pole, while it was less crowded and did seem to have sufficient food, but, it seemed like an endless amount of work needed to be done. Housing had to be built, which was almost an overwhelming task in and of itself, communities buildings had to be built, a hospital, a prison.
The bureaucrat had dreamed of being a politician like the Chieftain, from his old vantage point the leader had only been mostly involved with cultural events. Culture and traditions weren't very important to a people whose biggest hope was to survive the winter.
But they did survive. The Southern Water Tribe made it. It would be nice to say that they flourished and prospered, but that would be a lie. There were growth periods, yes, but the population seemed to always remain fairly small. But that was alright, the people were always sure there would be enough food for them.