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Ship's Tide	By : M_Keizar Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 1627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a fanfic/parody of "Avatar: The Last Airbender", I do not own the rights to said property. Avatar: The Last Airbender is owned by Nickelodeon & Viacom Ent. I make no profit from this work.

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“Dismissed” Azula said to her soldiers who quickly bowed and left.
            Less than a second later the ship’s captain ran onto the deck, bowed, and said, “Apologies princess, but I’m afraid the tides will not allow us to bring the ship into port before nightfall.”
            A look of annoyance came over the princess’ face and she began twirling her left bang as she often did when someone said something she didn’t like. Facing away from him, she overlooked the ocean which seemed calm, but any seafaring person knew that a calm sea is nothing to relax around. Azula is not one of these people.
            “Interesting, but let me ask you this,” Azula said, “do the tides command this ship?”
            “Well not in a literal sense princess but allow me to clarify.” The captain said, “The tides are very low right now which means docking in shallow waters at this moment put us at risk of having our hull punctured by sharp rocks, which would cost us a fortune in repairs. While I know money isn’t an issue being you are a princess and all, it would still be embarrassing for us to have such a mishap on your first official mission. Not to mention there are currently two hundred people on this ship including yourself, if something were to compromise our ship you would be putting yourself at risk of injury or death. Thus, as your first mate and ship’s captain I am advising you take an alternate course of action.”
            Azula stared at him wide-eyed not expecting such a detailed answer to her query and mostly expecting him to cower or be confused. Not one to break character Azula adjusted in her response.
            “That is reasonable captain, but now I have another question.” Azula said.
            “Of course, princess.”
            “Would throwing you overboard and watching you get shredded by the rocks and appointing a less mouthy person as captain be a good alternate course of action?”
            Sweat formed over the captain’s brow, he remembered why so many were reluctant to go on this mission. He decided it wasn’t worth it to argue anymore.
            “N-No princess.”
            “Good, now bring the ship to port before I change my mind.” Azula ordered, batting her bangs away.
            “Right away princess.” The captain said with a bow, rushing off and hoping what he said would not come to pass.
            Yet it did. The shallow water provided no protection as the sharp rocks of the port left a nasty gash in the ship’s hull, causing the engines to be flooded with water and a minor explosion to go off, injuring about twenty people. Azula herself was unharmed but her pride was wounded. Her first official mission and she already had a mishap. A messenger hawk was sent to the Fire Lord, requesting a new ship with a reinforced hull. Ozai would certainly be unamused by his daughter not living up to the reputation he created for her.
            “We should receive a hawk by nightfall princess.” Said Lo.
            Alongside her twin, they were meditating with the princess in her chambers, she decided to use the extra thick curtains for her palanquin.
            “You have nothing to be ashamed of Azula,” Said Li, “Look at this as a blessing in disguise, a fleet this massive would be too much for prey so small.”
            “Indeed,” Cut in her sister, “the royal procession is a heavy burden, your brother and uncle won’t go down to an army so easily, all it takes sometimes, is one.”
            Azula said nothing, she hated making mistakes, a single hair out of place, a sloppy cartwheel, a punctured ship. These are beneath someone born to rule over others. And mistakes must be corrected and disciplined, so they aren’t repeated.
            “You are correct,” Azula said, “you may leave now, send the captain in.”
            The twins bowed and left her, minutes later the captain entered and Azula exited her palanquin.
            “Well captain you were right.” Azula said with a bow, “Good council is unmeasurably valuable and to dismiss it is dangerous. Every leader should listen to good advice when given, and I was foolish to not head your advice. For that I humbly apologize.”
            The captain was taken aback, he wasn’t aware that the fearsome princess of the Fire Nation was capable of showing humility let alone an admittance of being mistaken.
            “Thank you, princess.” The captain said, returning the bow, “I accept the apology.”
            “Now then, I have a request for you.” Azula said, making the captain sweat once more.
            She turned and walked across the room to her dresser and removed a long, thin, and smooth wooden rod, about three feet in length and weighing about a pound. She handed the rod to the captain, much to his confusion.
            “When I was in the royal academy for girls, foolish behavior and errors were corrected through corporal punishment.” Azula said, “So, give me as many strikes as you deem necessary captain.”
            “P-Princess!” He yelped, his face turning burgundy from such a request. “Surely you jest.”
            “No.” Azula said, her voice devoid of any emotion but keeping a stern edge, “As the ships captain you should be the one to deliver the punishment. If you cannot, then you should return to the Fire Nation. Failure to keep an insubordinate crew mate out of line is unacceptable.”
            “But your royal…I mean to see your…”
            “If my modesty concerns you, I`ll only lower my garments enough for you to cane my bare backside.” Azula said, “Now then, I’m ready whenever you are.”
            “V-Very well princess.” Said the captain, “Let’s begin.”
            Azula lifted her back robes and lowered her greyish red pants, alongside her undergarments, just low enough to bare her bottom but not enough to expose her womanhood. She bent over on her bed, resting on her forearms, jutting her rear just a little above her shoulders.
            “You got into position quickly.” The captain noted, “I suppose this is not your second or third time.”
            “Master Piandao does not tolerate disrespect.” The princess answered, “Neither did my Fire Nation History teacher.”
            “Nor did mine.” He said tapping the cane on her plump, pale, royal cheeks.
            The taps didn’t send a chill up Azula’s spine, nor make her quiver she just waited for the first strike to come.
            THWAP!
            The captain swung, hard enough to leave a red mark that quickly turned pink. Azula didn’t even flinch.
            THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
            He repeated his swings, each stroke of the rod feeling like a spider’s bite, painful enough but quick to fade. After the twentieth stroke Azula began to breath heavy and wince from the caning. The captain struck both cheeks at the same time, leaving even stripes on the flesh, never holding back, but only striking hard enough to draw color. The room was dead silent save for the sound of wood biting flesh, if anyone walked by, they’d have to use their imaginations, then run away to avoid getting burned.
            Azula’s breathing became shallower, she was letting out her first yelps and wincing in pain by the time the lashes reached thirty-five. She dared not ask how many stokes she’d receive, nor was she going to order the captain to stop. Azula was going to take her punishment with dignity and grace, like everything a princess does. Not to say she wasn’t embarrassed, in fact if someone were to enter the room, she’s have no problems incinerating them on the spot. Perhaps she should’ve locked the door. Tears didn’t form at all, only an angry scowl, she kept her face low so that the captain couldn’t see her expressions, he wasn’t in complete command after all.
            Forty strikes, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five. Azula worried that perhaps the captain wouldn’t stop unless commanded, or maybe he was waiting for her to break down and cry. Who knows what he was thinking, outside of not letting such an opportunity slip. Her bum went from a porcelain pale to a cherry blossom pink, to the various shades of red that adorned the fire-nation and by the seventieth strike a brilliant violet that had the first signs of bruising on it. Still, she would not cry, even when the pain from her rear stretched up her back and flooded her arms and knees she would not cry. Little blue flames ate away at her sheets, and she would not cry.
            Finally, the captain left his one-hundredth mark and stopped. Azula’s bottom was ruined purple with several dozen marks on both cheeks, a little blood being drawn on the right sit-spot.
            “I’m done princess, its over now.” Said the captain, leaving the rod on the princess’ dresser.
            With her punishment over, Azula collapsed onto the bed, coughing up some phlegm and digging her talon like nails into the bed.
            “T-T-Thank you…” She croaked with a sore throat, “tell Lo and Li to send some aloe or something to my quarter, under the door not entering the room. I can assure you; I will not have you executed for this; in fact, I plan to strengthen my resolve from this point forward. You may leave.”
            Tentatively, the captain bowed and exited her quarters. Within seconds of leaving Azula let out a horrible screech that hurt even her own ears, mourning her ruined rump. Lo and Li were obedient to a fault as they complied and left the aloe under the door, but Azula was unable to get up and use it herself. An hour later when they returned, she ordered them to enter the room and apply it. She hated to say that it was a relieving comfort. Three days later the captain was executed for his incompetency during their first attempt to capture Zuko and Iroh.
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