3rd wave | catchall for sword training

[rebonding]

Who: Korra and those poor souls who agreed to train her, plus anyone in the appropriate locations who would like to poke her
When: Various dates, mostly backdated, later dates may be added
Where: Isla Empieza and The Charming Murderess
What: Sword training in response to this
Warnings: none so far
Style: Prose, but feel free to switch.
Status: ongoing

Isla Empieza, afternoon of December 27
Shortly after Korra snapped her journal shut from her open request for a swordsmanship teacher, she retrieved her gift and made her way excitedly for the docks of Isla Empieza. It was barely mid-morning, but she was far too excited to care. She could wait. And... wait. When noon rolled around, she bought herself some sort of mystery meat (on a stick!) to tide her over through training.

She sat with her feet dangling over the edge of the docks, eyes peeled for Haytham and her swords sheathed at her side.

The Charming Murderess, the week of December 29 (note that Korra will return to the Spade Pirates as soon as this happens on January 3)
The trip through the Nav was no more difficult than stepping through a door, Korra quickly discovered. It was slightly disorienting, suddenly being on a ship, but little more.

The Murderess wasn't so different from the ship she was used to. Perhaps a little smaller, but that could have easily been because Ace's... erm. Loud personality wasn't ever-present.

"Sasuke?" She peered over the rail onto the main deck, taking a better look around.

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[rebonding]

"I am!" As if on cue, a spark ignited on the rail, though only long enough for her to panic and bend a stream of water from the ocean to put it out. There. All better. She turned to face Gibbs nervously.

"That... won't happen again."

[superstitiouspirate]

At least she waterbended the fire out. It did not stop Gibbs from fixing her with a rather dirty look.

"Its exactly the thing I am speaking of! It bad enough you're a female, but don't be going around and burning up our ship! The sea is not a friendly place to anyone, regardless of their ability to swim or not!"

[rebonding]

"Bad enough I'm a- what?" A small spurt of fire burst from her nose. Korra stood up to full height, glowering at Gibbs.

"One, I put it out. I still could have put it out if it were a hundred times that big. And two, I don't see how it matters that I'm a woman." I'm the most powerful thing on this ship! She managed to reel that last one in.

[superstitiouspirate]

An' you're bad luck.

[He had been trying to keep that in but it slipped out as he gestured towards the rigging she had so recently scorched.]

An a fire a hundr'd times as big would mean this ship be no more than matchsticks magic wave or no.

[rebonding]

Bad... luck?

[Korra folds her arms and cocks a hip, still animatedly glaring at Gibbs.]

What's that supposed to mean?!

[superstitiouspirate]

[wordlessly gestures to the singed rigging.] Had you not been here that would not have happened! [He finally said after a moment.]

[rebonding]

[Korra cocks an eyebrow, barely able to contain a smirk of disbelief.]

What, I'm bad luck because something- [ she gasps, feigning shock] -caught on fire when I was firebending? [She drops the mocking.] That happens all the time!

[superstitiouspirate]

It doesn't happen when a crazy girl isn't messing with fire aboard a wooden ship!

[He also isn't going to mention the paint used to keep the wood from weathering, the pitch used for caulking leaks or the gunpowder. Nor is he going to mention that all three are all flammable.]

[rebonding]

[Weh weh weh this guy really is a stick in the mud, isn't he? At least, in Korra's mind he is.]

Sure, but I fixed it before anything really happened! No harm, right?

[Come on, guy!]