Why we were in the South Pole, dodging large pieces of floating ice was unclear to me. All I knew was that it was bitterly cold, and my room's windows wouldn't close. I sat on my bed, freezing, and pouted about the windows. Earlier, I asked a crewman to come in and light a fire in the small fireplace, but it barely generated any heat at all. I decided to sit on the floor in front of the fire and try to meditate, thinking that could make me forget how cold I was.
At this point in my story, I'd been at sea for two years, riding with Zuko and his crew around the world searching for the avatar. The first six months was mostly spent finding a reasonable crew and warriors whom we could trust. But everything we have done, well, everything Zuko and Uncle Iroh have done, has been in effort to find the avatar. We've been to all sorts of places, rainforests, deserts, islands, but not even a sign of the avatar. Nothing so far.
But hope was in the air today, and my intuition was proved right when a rocket rippled straight up in the air. Zuko yelled at the navigator to head directly towards it. "It's him!" he cried. "No one could do that besides the avatar! We've found him! Go faster!"
My heart jumped, and I ran to Zuko's quarters to prepare his armor and weaponry. Today he would finally confront his prey.