Zuko was silent as the bison left the ground and the girl stared at it yearningly until it was out of sight. He still was holding her. He let her go. She stood and her back was facing him. He could see her wipe away her tears and turn to him.

"Let me go."

"No."

"What use am I to you?"

"Interrogation and bait."

Katara covered her face. As she looked at him, she know had a mask of courage.

"I won't tell you anything."

"We will see about that."

He turned and walked. He stopped and looked expectantly at Katara. She looked at him like he was crazy.

"What? Did you think I was going to come willingly?"

With that, Katara sat decidedly on the ground. Zuko groaned.

"Do I really have to carry you?"

No response. Zuko went up to her and picked her up.

"Hey! Put me down! I was happy were I was! You know, you are a jerk! Put me down! I will never tell you anything! Let me go!"

That was all he heard as he carried her onto his ship. The crew looked at her confused. He put her down in a room.

"This is your room. Don't get any ideas of escape."

With that, he was gone. Katara was furious. She searched the whole room. No way could she escape. The hours past slowly and Katara gave up as she plopped on the bed. It was a nice room. The nicest she had ever had. Finally, a guard showed up at the door. She had noticed that all of the soldiers and crew were old enough to be her father. Some of them, her grandfather.

"The prince and his uncle request your company for supper."

Katara was shocked!

"Wait, he is the prince?"

"Yes, please follow me."

The soldier was surprised. Usually people were afraid of a fire nation soldier, but Katara was not. She asked him questions and he was surprised by how forward she was. With just the walk up to deck, he had learned much about her. As she approached the deck, she breathed in the air and looked at the crew men.

"It is a nice day."

Katara walked through the deck. Zuko stood at the other side. He heard her positivness and was shocked. Katara heard a man yell that he needed a knot on the line. Katara broke from her walk and approached him.

"Excuse me sir."

She grabbed the rope and tied a skillful knot. The elderly man muttered shocked thanks as he stared at her. All of the crew was. Who was this little girl? What was she doing here? Zuko was shocked at this show of kindness but recovered as she approached. She walked straight up to him. No bow, no curtsy, no begging, no reverence.

"Prince, huh."

Zuko was shocked. She knew he was the prince and still showed disrespect. An elderly man interrupted.

"I am Iroh."

Katara looked at him. Why did he look familiar? Iroh looked at her. Why did she look familiar? Zuko was thinking the same thing. Katara could sense familiarity with Zuko as well. She shook it off and greeted the old man warmly.

"Hello. It is a nice day out."

Iroh beamed.

"Yes, that is why I asked Zuko to eat dinner outside today."

"Zuko? Iroh?"

Zuko looked at her and mocked her.

"That's us."

"Well excuse me, but it just sounded familiar."

Katara sat at the table deep in thought. Zuko sat as well. There was something familiar about her.

"What is your name?"

Katara shot a glare at him.

"What is it to you?"

Iroh interceded.

"What is your name, please?"

Katara smiled.

"Katara."

Zuko's mind froze. So familiar. Who was this girl? One of the crew came and brought the tea. She was very polite.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

Zuko was surprised. She should be miserable, not cheerful. Instead of being angry to everything, she was thinking about how nice the day was. Of course she was mad at Zuko.

"What are you looking at?"

Zuko hadn't noticed that he was staring and quickly recovered.

"Nothing, now about the avatar."

"I am not telling you anything!"

Iroh again interceded.

"Come Zuko, let's eat and leave that matter for the time being."

Katara breathed a sigh of relief. Zuko huffed with frustration. He was so familiar! Iroh reached for his tea and Katara spoke to him.

"What type of tea is this?"

Iroh beamed.

"Ginseng, my favorite."

"Really"

Iroh nodded and Zuko huffed. Katara shot a glare at him. As a soldier approached and set supper on the table, Katara spoke to him.

"Is he always like this?"

The crew man stared blankly at her. If someone talked to one of the crew, which was Zuko, he was usually yelling. The crew man just smiled.

"Enjoy your dinner."

Katara turned and this time Zuko was shooting daggers at her. She imitated his huff and Iroh laughed. Zuko was fuming.

"How dare you."

His voice dripped with poison.

"I dare."

"You, a worthless water peasant, would talk to a prince of the fire nation in that manner?!"

"I have a theory. It's called categorization theory. I hate it when people categorize others just because of what nation they are from. You should love someone for who they are not what they are."

Katara was enraged and was, at this point, shouting in Zuko's face. With that, she rose from the table and looked at Iroh.

"Thank you for the tea!"

And she walked off deck. Just like that! She seemed so familiar! Who was she? Zuko cursed himself. She was only a prisoner, that was all.

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