Warning: Episode 19 and 20 Spoiler If you have not seen the season finale, this may not make sense.

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Warning: It's late and I'm kinda hyper, so I don't know how good this first chapter will be!

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Prince Zuko groaned with disgust. In just a few short days, all he had had come crashing down on him. He had no crew. He had no ship. He had no honor. He had no FOOD (A/N Hey! That's what I'd miss!). He had only his fat old uncle. Wait, where was his fat old uncle? Prince Zuko whipped around and realized he had misplaced his uncle in the busy market. Growling, he briskly walked away from the harbor, pushing peasants and merchants out of his way.

He's probably at the tea stall.

Zuko thought, and then hurried off. Sure enough, Iroh had blown a good part of their money on Ginseng tea.

"Uncle, we don't have time to waste. We need to…"

But he was cut off as he realized that someone was staring impatiently at them. It was Jun, the bounty hunter they had encountered a while back, arms folded, whip hanging at her hip.

"Good morning. May we help you?" Iroh asked politely.

"Yes. I heard you came into some misfortune. That you needed a new crew."

"Uuuummm, we're not really interested in…" Zuko was cut off again by his uncle kicking him in the shins.

"Please excuse my nephew and I for a moment." Iroh rushed Zuko out of earshot.

"What was that for? We don't need a crew! And especially not her!" Zuko hissed angrily.

"Consider, Prince Zuko. It would be a very good experience for you."

"We don't have any money to pay her!"

"Ah, but she doesn't know that!"

"Forget it Uncle."

But Iroh had already gone back to Jun.

"You're hired," he said firmly.

"What!" Zuko's anger surfaced.

"Great. I'll go load my stuff. Where's your ship?"

Zuko folded his arms and scowled at Iroh who only said

"Our ship also suffered some misfortune."

"I see. You don't have one."

"Exactly. No ship, no crew," Zuko said. Jun shrugged.

"So let's go pick one out." And she turned on her heel and walked down the row of ships in the harbor. Zuko and Iroh ran to catch up with her.

"How about that one?" She pointed to a tall Fire Nation war ship, bigger than the one Zuko had lost.

"Wait, do you mean we're going to steal it?" Zuko asked, horrorstruck.

"I prefer to think of it as…borrowing?" Jun climbed aboard. Filled with awe, Zuko followed, Iroh at his heels. Jun located the control room and spun the steering wheel. With a low groan, the ship creaked out of the harbor and into the sea. While Jun steered, Zuko turned to his uncle and said

"We're stealing a ship. We just stole a ship! Is this what you wanted me to experience Uncle!"

The old general, however, seemed quite unnerved.

"She does have her own way of doing things. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go find the kitchen."

He left Zuko alone with Jun, who continued to steer as if they had done nothing more interesting than sit down to dinner. Rubbing his temples, wishing he could rub away his problems, Zuko wondered what life had in store for him now.

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