Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas Page #4

Gentlemen,

we're heading to Fiji!

- Fiji! Fiji!

Kale... Book.

Proteus.

Look at all this.

I can't believe it.

Oh, but this can't be real.

It'd be far too deli...

- Uh-oh.

This is more like it.

Stolen from Venezia.

From Pompeii...

And from a brothel

in Syracuse.

Good guess.

What do you think

you're doing here?

I'm here to make sure you

get the Book of Peace.

Or bring back your

dead body if you fail.

Really?

And how are you going

to pull that off?

By whatever means necessary.

Did you bring a crew?

No.

You know how to

get to Tartarus?

Um... no.

Can you navigate

on your own?

Yes!

Well, good!

Then I'll dump your butt

in a rowboat,

and you can paddle

all the way back to Syracuse.

'Cause we're going to Fiji.

Fiji?

Yup.

Just as I thought.

What?

Sinbad,

you're not

a very complicated guy.

All someone has to do

is imagine the most

gutless course of action,

and you're bound to take it.

Hey, this is not my problem.

I did not steal the Book.

You're really not going to lose

any sleep over this, are you?

Not a wink.

Because me,

I'd be tossing and turning,

knowing I'm alive...

because I let my friend die.

I'm not responsible

for this mess.

And I didn't ask Proteus

to put his neck

on the line for me.

Look, clearly I can't

appeal to your honor.

But I have other ways

of convincing you.

Really?

Uh... just how do you

expect to do that?

By speaking your language.

Keep talking.

Yup, this'll do!

But not for first class.

As you can see, we're

well equipped to accommodate

the most discerning

of royal tastes.

We have excellent ocean views...

...luxurious living quarters,

with three

gourmet meals a day...

pickles, eggs, and pickles.

Oh, hey, Spike,

there you are.

I'd like to introduce you

to your new bunkmate...

well, actually,

you're his new bunkmate,

as it's actually his bunk.

We do hope

you have a pleasant stay

aboard the Chimera.

Oh, if he starts

hugging your leg,

it means he likes you.

If you think...

How did she even get

on the ship?

Gentlemen, we have a new course.

We're going to Tartarus.

Huh? What

happened to Fiji?

What? No fun?

No beaches?

Rat.

Sorry, Captain.

But did you

say Tartarus?

That's right.

Will that be

the same Tartarus

from which no sailor

ever returns?

The Tartarus

of lost souls,

where they

grind your bones

and pickle your

spleen, and...

No, Rat.

This is the nice Tartarus,

with lots of beaches and drinks.

You know,

with little umbrellas?

Non ci posso credere,

non ci posso credere,

mi hanno fregato ancora.

I'm only doing this

for the money.

Right.

So how do we get there?

That star's our point.

Wow.

Our little thief

isn't going to run away.

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