Sinbad and the Minotaur Page #2

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Do we get to fight?

- Possibly.

What about wenches?

Definitely not.

And gold? -There'll be

mountains of it.

I'm in! -I thought

you would be.

We'll see you back at

camp for the feast. -Feast?

What feast?

Get your own dinner!

There!

There!

Hey!

Stop!

- Get her!

Now, my little dancer.

It's all about the belly,

isn't it? -What do you want?

I've got no money and

you can have my horse.

Take my horse.

- Where is he?

Who is he? -I don't know

what you're talking about.

He paid you to dance.

- No.

I dance all around the region.

The people who watch me pay me.

Liar!

- I swear!

No, please don't! No!

On your feet, you miserable pack

of bow-legged whoresons!

Can't you see your

captain's approaching?

Stop sunning your bellies

pink and move your asses.

Look! It's Sinbad!

She looks good,

but can she cook, Sinbad?

Boz? How's the crew?

- Well enough, Captain.

Though, I dare say, most be bitter

and blue-balled over all the time.

That is to say, the men

be all frustrated like,

over their shore

leave being cut.

Maybe this will lift

their spirits.

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

given welcome by your man Timos.

Ah. Be seated.

What do you think?

Minoans?

This hall? No question.

These people? Who can say?

Well, I say the sooner we're out

of this den of yokels, the better.

Hello, blue eyes.

Tell me, aside from

your beautiful self,

what else does this

island have to offer?

Say, in the way of temples

or old ruins. Maybe statues.

There's nothing like

that around here.

Except, I suppose the view from the

top of the Colossus. -Colossus?

The mountain overlooking

the village.

That's a strange name

for a mountain.

Strange, but that's exactly

where we're going.

Spread out, you slugs

and stay sharp.

Ruins, markings, anything

old that isnt a tree,

the captain wants

to know about it.

What exactly are

we looking for?

Some great work of appeasement

to Helios, I imagine.

Halt! Captain,

we've found something.

It's a tunnel, boss.

It smells like a pig-farmer's ass

in there and twice as...

That is to say, 'pungent'.

Stay close. -Why?

Are you scared?

Everybody follow me.

King Minos's great appeasement

to the gods, I take it.

Most likely a temple

dedicated to Helios.

Someone's been here before us.

A caretaker or priest.

- Perhaps looters.

Maybe you're not

the only one with a map.

Only one way to find out.

Which way?

Let me see.

By the prophets,

it's hot down here.

We are inside a volcano.

- What's the hold-up?

Well, they've all

got to lead somewhere.

Sinbad!

Wait there.

What kind of shrine is this?

- There are no rooms, only corridors.

Corridors that

don't lead anywhere.

It's by design. We're in a

labyrinth. -Labyrinth?

Well, obviously King Minos

didn't want to make it so easy

for us to find the golden

head of the Colossus.

We're probably just

walking around in circles.

I'm pretty sure we have

been this way before.

Sinbad!

I've got you, boss!

Thank the gods! -It wasn't

the gods that saved you.

Stand firm, you maggots.

What was that?

- Stand firm.

Nestor!

Boz!

Quick! Volcanic ash!

Boz!

Boz!

Boz!

Sinbad! Stay where you are!

Boz! Where are you?

I don't know!

Are you with

the others? -No.

It hit us like a storm, Sinbad.

The others were...

The others were what?

Boz!

- Sinbad!

This way!

Boz!

Boz!

Your death will not go

unavenged, my friend.

Sinbad!

You're alive!

This way!

Wait!

Wait!

What are you doing?

- No time to explain.

Get behind the wall.

Come on.

I've found them!

Over here!

Sinbad!

The beast?

It's gone.

I can't believe how big

that beast was.

I need more wine

and better-looking women.

To Sinbad! The monster-slayer.

- The monster-slayer!

To our brothers,

who we lost today.

May the gods grant them favor

on their final voyage.

Again. Again.

Fill your cups.

Come. Come, come, come.

Come join us.

There's fine wine.

Good Persian wine

worthy of toasting heroes.

To heroes. -Hear, hear.

- To heroes!

Aren't any of you the

least bit curious about

what we witnessed this

morning? -'Witnessed'?

Don't you mean 'vanquished'?

The labyrinth's

now unguarded.

Come tomorrow, the head of the

Colossus is ours for the taking.

We still need to find it. -We all

know it's in there. It has to be.

It's in there, alright.

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