Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas Page #2

your responsibility.

Our responsibility.

It's beautiful.

It is.

My father spent years

preparing it for the Book.

There are guards

on every level,

and if you look

up to the...

Ah...

You were talking about

the ocean, weren't you?

I only wish I'd

seen more of it.

I used to imagine sailing

far beyond the Twelve Cities,

discovering the world.

Oh, look at it, Proteus.

There's so much wonder.

Marina...

Our marriage was arranged

many years ago.

It's always been expected of us.

But politics is not a reason

to get married.

Uh, and I don't want you

to do this

just because it's your duty.

I'm asking you

for myself now.

Marina...

will you marry me?

Proteus, I...

There you are!

I think the delegates

from Manoli

are trying to give a toast.

Although, I'm not sure.

They're doing something

with their knees.

Marina, I need

an ambassador.

Of course, Sire.

- Huh?

- Who's there?

Huh?

Sinbad!

I love playing pretend.

All the pieces

are coming together.

Proteus, the Book!

Sinbad.

Proteus!

It's about time.

Do you realize

how serious this is?

Do you realize

how many times

I've heard that today?

You've betrayed Syracuse!

Oh... not you, too.

Stealing the Book of Peace,

when you knew how much

it meant to us!

Proteus, here's

the way this works.

First, I actually

commit a crime,

and then you get

to blame me for it!

Then how do

you explain this?

Eris.

What?

Eris... she framed me.

- Sinbad, listen to yourself.

- Trust me, Proteus,

the Book is in Tartarus.

Talk to your father.

Tell him I'm...

This is beyond my father.

The ambassadors are convening

now for your trial.

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Trial? I didn't do it!

Look, I left the Book

on your ship,

and that's the

last I saw of it.

You were there.

You know the truth.

You know me.

Do I?

I knew a kid.

Who are you now, Sinbad?

Look me in the eye

and tell me.

Did you steal the Book?

No.

We've heard enough of your lies.

Sinbad,

for the last time,

give us the Book.

How many times

do I have to say it?

I don't have it!

Very well, then.

The Delegation

of the Twelve Cities finds you

guilty of treason,

and we sentence you to die.

Take him away.

Come on!

This is a joke, right?

Are you...

are you people blind?

I didn't do it!

Stop!

I demand the right

of substitution.

Take me in his place.

No!

Sinbad says

that Eris took the Book...

and I believe him.

Let him go to Tartarus

and recover the Book.

What?

What are you doing?

You claim that Eris

stole the Book...

steal it back.

You're good at that.

Hey, look, I will not be

responsible for your life.

You would do

the same for me.

No, I wouldn't.

If Sinbad is allowed to leave

the city, he'll

never come back!

Son, listen to reason.

No, Father, you listen.

Sinbad either stole the Book,

or he's telling the truth

and it's in Tartarus.

Either way,

he's our only hope.

But you can't...

Proteus, you realize that

if Sinbad does not return,

you will be put to death

in his place.

I understand.

So be it.

Sinbad has ten days

to return the Book.

Release him.

Oh, and, Sinbad...

don't be late.

Hmm.

So, any idea

how we actually

get to Tartarus?

Tartarus?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

People get killed in Tartarus.

So where are we going?

Fiji.

Fiji? This time of year?

Think of the beaches.

Oh, beautiful,

if you like mosquitoes.

Think of the sun.

It's monsoon season.

Oh, then the women.

They're cannibals, Sinbad.

Exactly.

Come on, Kale.

He's your friend.

Listen to you.

You sound like my mother.

Proteus will be fine.

You're sure of that?

You and I both know

Dymas is not going to let them

execute his only son.

So we're running away?

We're retiring.

We don't need another score.

We've got enough.

Now, set a course for Fiji.

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.

He thinks he's going to pay us

a visit.

Hmm. Let's provide

some mood music.

Oh, come on. You look great.

Look lively!

Jed, get the long poles!

Oh, pardon me, milady.

Hey, we need

a pole over here.

Jin, one over here.

Yeah, come on, come on, come on.

The Dragon's Teeth?

Indeed, signorina.

Only the most

foolish of captains

would dare to sail

a ship through this!

Rat, reef the fores'le.

Oh, ex-excuse me, signorina.

Are you sure

you know what...?

Yes, we've done this

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