The moon was full, a silver coin hanging over the Fire Nation ship they had commandeered. Sokka stood at the helm, not with a bending ability, but with a piece of charcoal and a frayed map. At fifteen, he was no longer just the boy from the Southern Water Tribe who threw boomerangs at snow flurries; he was the tactical heart of Team Avatar.
"You're overthinking it," Zuko’s voice rasped from the shadows of the deck.
Sokka’s "16x" wasn't a power level or a bending move—it was his ability to see sixteen steps ahead when everyone else was just looking for a fight. He remembered his father, Hakoda, leaving him in charge of the village. Back then, he thought being a warrior was about the biggest club. Now, he knew it was about the sharpest mind.