“Where is that stupid bird?” Captain Mako grumbled to himself. He had spent all morning looking for his parrot and feared that his lifelong companion was going to betray him in a few short minutes.
“Oh, hello there, Pabu.”
Mako froze at the two familiar voices from above him. Whipping around to the crow’s nest, Mako finally found his traitor bird, perched gracefully on the shoulder of the woman of his dreams. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled in joy as the (dumb, dead, treacherous) bird rubbed its head against her cheek.
“Korra, Korra~” Pabu chirped, “you drive me crazy.”
Mako cursed, and ran for the mast, gripping the rungs of the rope ladder. His eyes widened in terror as Pabu repeated lines from Mako’s most recent dream. He began to climb, intent on strangling the bird before another squawk escaped its untrustworthy beak.
“You drive me crazy,” Pabu repeated again, prompting Korra to burst into laughter. She stroke Pabu’s head gently, “You’re starting to sound like the captain.”
“Korra, you drive me crazy,” Pabu flapped its wings, not noticing the mortal danger it was in the closer Mako inched towards them. His heart pounded in his chest, whether from nervousness or exhaustion, he did not know, but he did know that he had to hurry up before–
“Korra, you’re amazing. You drive me crazy. You’re amazing. Korra, Korra, Korra~~”
Pabu flew away just as Mako made it into the crow’s nest, his cheeks burning brightly. That bird was going to be fed to the sharks tonight, Mako thought angrily. He froze again when Korra turned towards him, her lips quirked upwards in an amused grin.
She crossed the small space and peered up at Mako, the smug smile still present on her face.
“So I’m amazing, am I, Captain?”
“But still amazing.” Korra wasn’t helping.
Mako scowled and turned away from the girl, hoping that he could turn to his quarters in one piece where he could die of embarrassment alone. As he descended to the deck below, he nearly lost his footing when Korra leaned over the nest, calling his name below.
“I think you’re pretty incredible too, cap'n!”
When Mako regained his posture, he looked up at the girl. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously in the afternoon sun. Mako shook his head in amusement and continued to descend the mast, replying when he reached the bottom.
“Report to my quarters tonight for dinner, Korra.”
He couldn’t quite hide his chuckle when Korra shouted “Aye aye, cap'n,” without missing a beat, a bright smile still stretched across her face.