Many people believed that the benders of the Water tribes were the undisputed masters of ocean travel. To be perfectly fair they weren't wrong to think so either; Being able to control the waters that were running under your ship was a major asset when it came to traveling by the waves after all, but had the Air Nomads ever bothered to set their minds towards ocean travel Soro was fairly certain that they would have given the Water benders a run for their money for that title. 

Standing on the deck of a fire nation trader ship, Soro breathed deeply before letting out another good, solid gust of wind in order to fill the sails of the ship and drive it forwards over the somewhat still ocean towards Ember Island. It had been part of the arrangement that he had made with Captain Lee; In return for passage to Ember Island, Soro would help provide a steady breeze that would ensure that the trading ship got there days, if not a week ahead of schedule. Considering that the arrangement meant that both of them got to where they wanted to go in a safe and timely manner it had been working out just fine for all concerned. 

Ember Island was already visible on the horizon; Wouldn't be long now until he could take some time to relax on its beaches for himself for a time. Encouraged by the fact that the journey was nearly at an end, Soro started to put a little more effort into the gusts of wind that he was pushing into the sails then he had been before.