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Jack is driving along one of the many roads on this big ol' wide continent in the Coraline, with all the windows open and a self-satisfied grin on his face. There's a bass guitar in the back, along with a couple amps (one of which actually goes up to 11 - he found the best); his cutlasses and guns are resting happily on the passenger seat and he's whistling while he looks out for other useful things to bring back to the farm.

(He's also looking for a friend he's missed recently)

There's no joy like the simple joys, and of them, Jack's favourite has always been the open ~~sea~~ road, knowledge of being useful to his friends, and a warm woman waiting for when he's done roaming.

Yo ho.

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Jack winks.

"I have some idea."

Though his grin fades slightly as it occurs to him.

"Fire Nation?"

Sokka's enemies. And she particularly is no friend of Sokka's.

It's odd, because the boy back at the farm wasn't an enemy to either.

Mai stiffens slightly, but that's her only reaction. Well, other than her hand tightening around one of the knives at her wrist.

"Maybe."

It's possible that the surprise is why her reply is so obviously lame.

"You'll miss."

It's not a threat, nor a particularly worried warning. More a mild statement of fact.

Then, just as mildly, as an explanation:

"Myself, I bow to no king, and have fealty to no nation."

"Miss?" Mai asks with false innosence.

Then she shrugs, "Well good for you."

As certain as he is of this point, Jack opens the door behind him just enough to take it off the lock. Then both his hands are visible again.

"You have countrymen in the farm where I put into port," he informs her.

"And those who call your home an enemy."

The 'contrymen' part flies right past Mai as she narrows her eyes, "You know Sokka."

"Both of them," Jack says cheerfully. "We found the world together."

And fought a Kraken, and Jack swears fealty to no King, but he'd die and kill for Sokka.

- He'd die and kill for a few people. It's just how he rolls.

Something of that makes its way to Mai and she shrugs in feigned indifference.

"Then maybe you should keep going."

Mai's not feeling very well-inclined toward Sokka's friends.

Jack doesn't move, but he tilts his head curiously.

"Do you wish them harm?"

Again with the rhetorical questions.

Mai shrugs vaguely, "Not especially." Wishing them harm would take work, after all. Though she's still less than pleased that they simply left her on the beach.

"So why should I leave you where you may come to harm?"

"Out here, at least, no one wants to kill me specifically." The Sokkas were pretty specific.

Jack gives an irritatingly confident smirk.

"I'm sure we could could come to an agreement."

He'll tell them she won't harm them. He trusts them to trust him.

"Which I am equally sure I could not trust."

But that's because Mai doesn't really trust anyone.

Well, there is the problem that Jack himself is not exactly trustworthy, isn't there?

"Then we have an unresolvable situation."

But he's not going anywhere.

"You could keep going," Mai points out helpfully.

Or Mai could walk away, but that would be an admission of defeat of sorts.

"And leave you here," Jack says.

"Yes." Because, really. What's the worst that could happen to a teenaged girl traveling by herself in a post-apocalyptic world?

You know what this situation really needs?

(flashBANG)

THIRTEEN FLYING MONKEYS SWOOPING DOWN FROM THE SKY.

Eek eek ook eek ack ook eek eek ook ack eek ook ook!

You know, Jack really likes it when random things attack.And he really likes being able to see the tell tale signs by now.

Flash and he's grabbed the cutlasses from behind him.

Bang and he's rolling across the truck to drop out of the passenger side.

Flying monkeys swoop out of the sky and he's ready to meet them.

At the flash Mai sweeps a hand up to cover her eyes and simultaneously draw one of her knives. She's already dropping into a roll to the side, just in case Jack decides to take the opportunity to attack.

As she gets back to her feet she takes a glance at the monkeys and sighs. What is wrong with this place?

They're monkeys. They have wings.

Also, fangs.

And they seem determined to mob every living thing in sight, screaming what is no doubt the monkey equivalent of I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR FAAAAAAACE.

At least they're not throwing poo?

The lack of poo throwing is appreciated.

Sort of. Jack doesn't have much time to appreciate anything.

He swings his blades with deadly efficiency, predicting accurately where the monkeys are going to be before they even get there.

And he's not aiming to injure, either.

Mai isn't familiar with this particular animal, but the fangs and screaming and diving attacks are pretty good indicators of the correct response.

Her wrists flick, one after the other, to send a pair of knives arcing upward. She's good, of course, but she doesn't have Jack's ability to see where things are going. Her feet carry her in a dash toward the cover of Jack's car as she pulls another pair of knives from her sleeves.

...WTFWTFWTF THE ONE WITH THE YELLOW TOP KILLED GERALD! GERALD IS DEAD! AVENGE THE DEATH OF GERALD!

(To people who are not monkeys: as the headless body of the thirteenth fanged monstrosity falls to the ground, the remaining dozen swoop in to attack Jack.

This means two of them are paying Mai no attention, and Bertha and Hermione join Gerald in that great poo-flinging party in the sky.)