Aang peered down from his perch on Appa's head, squinting into the water below. Katara, noticed, and started looking over his shoulder.
"What're you looking at?" she asked, and Aang pointed.
"There's a ship," he said, and when she squinted, Katara could see it too. It was a small little thing, and almost lost in the sunset glimmer on the surface of the water.
Sokka walked up between them, and started peering down himself. "Let me have a look..."
He squinted at the small boat, trying to make out its design and colors. It was small, but the model was one that he'd never seen before. And when he got to the flag flying on top of the mast...
"They're pirates," he said, standing straight. "We should just keep on flying. I've had quite enough of pirates to last me for one lifetime, thank you."
Aang nodded in assent, and then pulled back on the reins. Appa bellowed as he rose higher into the sky.
A pair of hands stretched up from below and grabbed Appa's horns. It was such a bizarre sight that it took a moment for them to realize exactly what they were looking at.
"What?" Sokka said, and looked down over Appa's forehead. What he saw confused him even more. Two arms, stretched out impossibly far, and at the center a red vest and a straw hat, rising up impossibly fast--
Sokka squawked as a young man in a straw hat slammed into him, sending him flying backwards. He almost went sailing off the other end, but Appa raised his tail to catch him.
"Thanks, Appa," he said, holding his bloodied nose. He thought it might be broken. "What the hell was that?"
Aang and Katara had both adopted fighting stances the moment Sokka had been hit, but they now hesitated, uncertain of what to make of the new comer. All he seemed to be doing was clinging Appa's forehead, rubbing his face in the dark fur that made up the arrow.
"Oh man," the stranger said, "a flying cow! That's so awesome!"
Sokka's eyebrow shot up. So did Katara's. Aang, however, got indignant.
"Hey, he's the Sky Bison, not a cow!" he shouted.
"Whatever," the stranger said. "He's still so cool!"
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"What're you looking at?" she asked, and Aang pointed.
"There's a ship," he said, and when she squinted, Katara could see it too. It was a small little thing, and almost lost in the sunset glimmer on the surface of the water.
Sokka walked up between them, and started peering down himself. "Let me have a look..."
He squinted at the small boat, trying to make out its design and colors. It was small, but the model was one that he'd never seen before. And when he got to the flag flying on top of the mast...
"They're pirates," he said, standing straight. "We should just keep on flying. I've had quite enough of pirates to last me for one lifetime, thank you."
Aang nodded in assent, and then pulled back on the reins. Appa bellowed as he rose higher into the sky.
A pair of hands stretched up from below and grabbed Appa's horns. It was such a bizarre sight that it took a moment for them to realize exactly what they were looking at.
"What?" Sokka said, and looked down over Appa's forehead. What he saw confused him even more. Two arms, stretched out impossibly far, and at the center a red vest and a straw hat, rising up impossibly fast--
Sokka squawked as a young man in a straw hat slammed into him, sending him flying backwards. He almost went sailing off the other end, but Appa raised his tail to catch him.
"Thanks, Appa," he said, holding his bloodied nose. He thought it might be broken. "What the hell was that?"
Aang and Katara had both adopted fighting stances the moment Sokka had been hit, but they now hesitated, uncertain of what to make of the new comer. All he seemed to be doing was clinging Appa's forehead, rubbing his face in the dark fur that made up the arrow.
"Oh man," the stranger said, "a flying cow! That's so awesome!"
Sokka's eyebrow shot up. So did Katara's. Aang, however, got indignant.
"Hey, he's the Sky Bison, not a cow!" he shouted.
"Whatever," the stranger said. "He's still so cool!"