Sokkla-Empire

Crown There was a long, quiet moment following Sokka's pronouncement, and then Azula gave a laugh about as genuine as anything else she had done in the last month. "You're in charge? I fail to see how. I command the Pirates, now. I'm the one taking over Admiral Kaizoku's spy network. I'm the one with the cleverly-worded threats of violence. As soon as my new minions are done melting down and casting the gold, I'm even going to have an adorable little crown. What do you have?" Sokka smiled back at her, not feeling intimidated in the least. Azula had made one major mistake- she failed to learn enough about him to predict his actions. But then

Reveal After a lot of agonizing, Sokka decided that the speech he had to give to the crew should be an apology. He stood beside the ship's steering wheel and looked out across all the Southern Water Tribe men assembled on the deck. "Okay, guys. For anyone who hasn't heard the details of why you've all been given weapons and warned about imminent death, we kind of have three enemy warships following us. I'm sorry about that. I thought we could follow the Zhao's Revenge to get some new information about the Pirate King, but it looks like I sort of got us killed instead. That is totally my bad." For a long moment, the only reply was silence, b

Lips Sokka looked down at his map- not one of his more technical navigation maps, but a beautiful, highly detailed layout of the whole ocean between the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom with rainbows and sea monsters drawn in appropriate places- and frowned. He had just painted a little X on the map right on the depiction of the Buzoku Islands cluster, but as he stared at it, the mark failed to magically align with all the other X's to reveal dark secrets and/or tell any kind of useful story. In fact, the lack of a story was the only story being told: whoever this 'Pirate King of the Sixteen Seas' was, the incidents attributed to his organizat

Wine "So, these 'Buzoku Islanders' are- what," Azula said, leaning over the the ship's rail in the dawn light, "some kind of off-brand Water Tribe?" "Hey!" Sokka crossed his arms over his chest and put on his best indignant glare."Watch you say about other cultures! That was very offensive, not just to the Buzoku Islanders, but also to me and my own people." He left out that the phrase 'off-brand Water Tribe' was exactly what he had thought, too, when he first learned about this latest mission. Either way, Azula did not seem unduly concerned. In fact, she hardly seemed to be awake. Her posture had none of its normal tenseness, that relaxed