The Golden Voyage of Sinbad Page #2

Trust in Allah...

but tie up your camel.

[ Rustling ]

[ Yelps ]

It is Koura's spy, his watchdog.

Quick! Quick!

[ Chirping ]

There!

[ Chirps ]

Already it may have betrayed us.

[ Chirps ]

[ Sinbad ] In name of the Almighty,

what was it?

Koura's creation-

a living homunculus-

an extension of his eyes and ears.

And with it, he now knows as much as we.

It's a race then. A duel!

We seek an island,

an ultimate destination.

He will also seek it.

Find me a ship

and a captain who can be trusted.

We must sail with the next tide.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

All right, all right!

Splendid! Excellent!

You're even better than they say.

Sinbad, isn't it?

Captain of the ship that lies offshore?

- Aye.

- Ahh!

I am Hakim,

owner of this ornate establishment.

I wish to employ you.

Sorry. I sail with the tide.

It is only a small service-

No longer than it takes to drink a coffee.

- I'm sorry.

- No, just hear me.

It will only take a moment.

It's only a small service.

This is my son, Haroun- a fool.

200 gold coins if you take him with you.

Take him with me?

[ Laughs ]

I couldn't even use him for ballast!

300 gold coins.

My friend, you cannot pick up two melons

with one hand,

and I cannot work miracles.

Hurry.

Come sit down.

The girl.

That girl? A worthless slave.

You view her with favor?

She is yours.

I give her freely, along with my son

and 400 gold coins.

What is your name?

Margiana.

That mark. How did you get it?

I don't know.

I've had it since I was a child.

- An evil eye.

- No, no.

It won't come off.

- A good omen, perhaps.

- Yes, to ward off evil spirits.

[Sinbad ] You have nothing to tell me?

She is curvaceous, not deliciously fat

as I prefer,

but at night, a cottonseed

is the same as a pearl.

She finds favor in my eyes.

Yes? It's a bargain-

The girl, my son and 400 gold coins.

Allah will smile on you.

More likely he will laugh at me.

Bring them to my ship.

It shall be done.

A very strange trip, this one.

Grand Vizier!

Look what's coming.

As-salaam alaikum.

I've heard of gold going to

a man's head. But this?

- Cast off.

- [ Man ] Slip the gangplank.

Cast off!

[ Man ] Cast off!

Raise the sails.

Up!

[ Shouts, Indistinct ]

Fair wind, Captain.

[ Shouts ]

A fair wind and a fine one.

[ Crewman Shouting ]

Every voyage has its own avor.

- You know what is expected, Captain.

- Aye, my lord.

In few moments, Sinbad's ship will come

around that headland.

Follow him, Captain-

gently, cunningly,

keeping him always just within sight.

He who is patient obtains.

You're thinking as I am, Rachid.

Captain, an island, if it exists here,

can only be one place-

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