Sinbad and the Minotaur Page #3

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The Chronicles of King Minos!

- By the gods, Sinbad!

Of course, you know

what this means.

It means we know the very location of

the golden head of the Colossus.

As long as you can figure out

these chicken scratches.

Of course, of course. It'll just

take a little time to translate this...

Well, there's no time.

We set sail today.

But, Sinbad, we don't know where

we're going or how far. -Details.

We need to plan for

provisions. -Details. Details.

We'll all find out

along the way.

So, who'd you

piss off this time?

Enough!

Now I want his name!

No.

Go to hell.

- Hell?

What do you know about hell?

I want his name.

Sinbad.

Ready the men.

I want this Sinbad's head

and the Colossus both.

Seek!

Good!

Land!

The island of Minos.

Boz! We're rowing in.

I can't believe we spent

eight weeks at sea for this.

Minos wasn't

looking for paradise.

He was looking for

somewhere to hide.

See, when Minos started his reign,

he was already a powerful man,

King of the Minoans,

ruler of the island of Crete.

But it wasn't enough.

He wanted more.

Casting his eye

across the Aegean Sea,

he set his sights on conquering

the island kingdom of Rhodes.

OK, Nestor. Let's go.

- This way, Nestor. Come on.

After his defeat at Xanthos,

Minos's cause was well and truly lost.

Thus it was decided that in

celebration of their great victory,

they would use however,

soon after its completion,

Minos stole the head

and brought it here.

Enough of the histrionics, Nestor.

We are here for the treasure.

Help me with the bucket.

I thought you said this

island was uninhabited.

It was.

Back when Minos and his handful of

surviving Minoans first arrived here,

but a lot can change

in a thousand years.

Funny-looking bunch,

aren't they?

Bring the children here. Now!

I'm Timos, son of Talos,

first among hunters.

I speak for my village. -Well, I am

Sinbad, and I speak for myself.

Trading season's over.

Outsiders are not welcome here.

- Yes, move on. You're not welcome.

Well, Timos, son of Talos,

maybe we'll welcome ourselves!

- Sinbad, stop!

Captain! If I may.

Good sir, I am

Princess Tara of Lycia,

betrothed to the mighty

Sultan of Temsaman.

I am sure you've heard of him.

A storm drove

my ship off course

and I was subsequently held captive

by a sorcerer named Al-Jibar.

Having escaped, I happened

upon these good men,

who have offered their services

to escort me to my wedding.

If you could just see it

within your heart

to grant us a

few days hospitality,

I assure you your generosity

would be royally rewarded.

You can lodge at

the feasting hall.

The Sultan of Temsaman?

Trading season's over.

Our Royal Highness here has been

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