I was writing one about Ozai, but I wasn't getting anywhere, and then MormanMaiden inspired me with her story The Cabbage Convention. So, I have decided to support a minor character and join the Cabbage Revolution! Join us and keep these characters alive! Anyway, this is because I realized that we never do find out what happens to Jee and the crew after Zhao commandeers them. This is my version.

Dedication: Because you were always there for me. And I didn't even know you.

Lieutenant Jee didn't want to admit to being wrong. He didn't like to admit to being wrong. He was wrong from time to time, he knew that. He just didn't like it.

And another thing he didn't like was serving under Admiral Zhao. And he didn't want to serve under Admiral Zhao, but he didn't have a choice, so he wouldn't complain about that.

Well, actually, Lieutenant Jee wouldn't complain about many things, unless he thought he could gain something from complaining. And with Admiral Zhao, as the crew learned quickly, nothing could be gained.

When they were informed that they were being recruited by the cruel-hearted admiral, nobody was very happy. They moaned and whimpered and wondered if they would ever see their homes again. Only when Zhao was out of sight, though.

Jee assured them that they would be home in no time.

"Things will get better from here," he promised.

"But what if they don't?" panicked the helmsman.

"Admiral Zhao is not known for his kindness," the engineer agreed. "Nor is he known for taking good care of those under his command."

"But he's no fool," argued Jee. "He doesn't need more men, especially ones who don't know what he wants them to do, or how he does things." Everyone calmed down slightly to listen to their leader, so the Lieutenant raised his voice in order to appeal to them all.

"The only reason Admiral Zhao wants us on his crew is so that Prince Zuko doesn't have us on his. Believe me, he'll send us home the minute this ship is out of sight. We'd just be in the way, and he doesn't know if we have any loyalty to our former commander. Zhao's a strategist, not a lunatic."

The next day, they were given their new orders and assigned to the squad invading the North Pole.

Lieutenant Jee was wrong.

Not long after, they heard news that General Iroh had come out of retirement and was also on this mission. Nobody ever saw him, though.

Several days of preparations passed before Admiral Zhao uttered the fateful words that sealed the fates of many.

"My fleet is ready," Zhao announced one day, although none of them heard him. "Set a course for the Northern Water Tribe."

Lieutenant Jee was responsible for sending up a signal from the ship with his Firebending.

At least, Jee thought I'm actually using this for once. I should practice more.

And with that irrelevant reflection running through his mind, Jee sent a sharp blast of flame through the signal hole and sealed the fate of his crew.

Meanwhile, a hundred other Firebenders did the same.

"We're all gonna die!" screamed the former helmsman of Zuko's ship, now the helmsman on Zhao's forty-seventh ship.

"We are not going to die," Jee shouted back. "Just avoid the spirit and we'll be fine!"

"But the ocean spirit is trying to kill us!" wailed the helmsman.

This was hardly any different of a scene than what had passed between these two old friends when the entire Northern Water Tribe had started to glow blue. And when the giant, fish-like being had risen up from somewhere near the top.

There was a white bubble inside of the spirit's chest, which contained a man-shaped form that seemed to be echoing its movement. Jee superstitiously avoided looking at it lest the controller of this great being set its sights on this one little ship.

As if that thought had called it, the spirit raised its arms in a motion much like the Waterbending that Jee had seen in ancient scrolls. It seemed the comparison was correct, because as the spirit moved, the ocean moved with it in a powerful wave.

"We're gonna die!" the helmsman despaired again.

Jee couldn't argue with him.

By the time the entire crew was once again conscious, they saw in the sky the moon.

"So the balance remains," Jee whispered. Nobody heard him.

But they were alive. The Ocean Spirit's wave had only pushed them out to see, sparing their lives.

Whether that meant that the spirit had seen some good in them, or whether they were just lucky, they would never know. But maybe, Jee reflected, it was better that way.

"Lieutenant?" asked a voice from behind him. Turning, he found the crew watching him carefully from every angle.

"What do we do now?" the helmsman asked in a small voice.

Jee turned and looked out across the bow of his ship at the battle behind them. He turned his eyes to his friends surrounding him.

"Set a course," Jee said, "For home."

Special thanks to Voyager for the last line, which is exactly what their Captain says at the end. This turned out much better than I expected it to. Anyway, I have a long weekend on account of Veteran's Day so maybe you'll see that Ozai story up soon. Hope you enjoyed it!