This came out of the blue. I like it. It takes a light-hearted turn at the end, which I think is so Iroh.
Drifting with Nothing
Tired.
He said he was tired.
And of course he was tired. After all that had happened in the past few years of his life, and more recently in the past few days, he had a right to be tired, and he deserved a rest.
Things would be changing soon. He will need his rest.
You would think after spending two years searching for something that was thought to be gone forever, finding it, having it kick your butt on numerous occasions while chasing it halfway across the world, then having a near-death experience would be as bad as it could ever get.
But I have a feeling that it will get so much worse, that was a certainty.
No ship. No allies. No supplies. Nothing. Well, nothing except his uncle.
We are renegades now, and if not, we soon will be. The Fire Lord is not merciful, least off all when concerning his son.
Soon we will be hunted down by our people. What a turn of events. The hunters have become the hunted.
But never mind that now. Let him have his rest, if nothing else.
He didn't even have a change of underpants.