Sinbad and the War of the Furies

Hey Sinbad, do you have

any idea where we're going?

Nope. Why should

I start that now?

Hold up, Hold up,

Hold up, Hold up.

Is my treasure hunting interfering

with your online dating?

As a matter a

fact, it is.

I want to see what kind

of women are available here.

You know, you mind shutting that

thing that's below your nose?

It's making a lot of noise.

I'm trying to focus here, man.

What is this?

You can't die yet.

You still owe me a

thousand bucks.

Leave it. A

millennia from now maybe

two guys will find it, convince

somebody it's a historic relic

and make a big pile of money.

But what if... No. Nothing.

Come on. I found it.

Man.

This is where he hide.

Wait. So Perseus hid his

treasure in Mexico?

This place wasn't called

Mexico back then.

Perseus was just staring at a big black map

looking for a place to hide his fortune.

You see, when the kid who killed

medusa be came an old man,

he went crazy with Dementia.

He was convinced Zeus was

after his fortune.

So he packed up his

ship and spent 10 years

searching for the

perfect place to hide it.

Eventually, he hoarded all

his wealth up in a cave.

This cave.

Wait, so Perseus discovered

the New World?

Yeah. It's all in my book.

At least what should be my book.

Sinbad, not now.

How did we even get

in this place?

Same way Perseus killed Medusa.

Through the neck.

Open sesame.

The treasure of Perseus.

Whoo.

What? Oh yeah.

Someone's been here.

Recently.

Why didn't they take nothing?

Probably some academic moron

who wants to preserve this place.

How do you even know that?

Because I use to be one of those

academic morons.

Let's hurry.

Oh yeah. That's nice.

That's nice.

That's nasty, man.

Look, just leave it, alright? Let's just go.

No, no, no.

This b*tch made it personal.

I'm going to sell this thing and buy

a yacht the size of a football field.

Hi.

We were just browsing.

What kind of return policy do

you guys have?

- Who are you?

- We were just leaving.

RUN!

Want that?

Ha Ha!

Get him!

Go! Go! Go!

Oh, come on.

Whoo!

That kid just stole the next

atom bomb.

I want it back.

- Find him immediately. Understood?

- Yeah.

Left this though.

Oh.

You should log into his Facebook.

Say something stupid.

Ssh!

Don't talk.

Ten thousand dollar. My final offer.

The gold alone is worth that.

- Fine. The new price is nine thousand.

- Nine? What happened to ten?

You annoy me.

Service charge.

Wait, have you actually sucked

the life right out of a man?

Because right now I feel like I w ant

a divorce and we're not even married.

So go sell it somewhere else.

But I doubt they'll give you cash today.

Come on. Throw in some hazard pay?

I almost go shot getting this.

Who did you try to

kill for this?

They tried to kill me.

Were they government?

No. Fortune hunters like me.

Big guy had an eye patch.

- The other was wearing a thingy. Like...

- The other one...

Was he a bit of a...dandy?

Do you interrupt everybody's

conversations?

I was going to introduce you after our deal.

Sinbad, meet Ace Adar.

I'm an aficionado of you,

young man.

- Well that sound a little bit dirty.

- No.

Half of my collections at home are pieces

you've found and sold to Lyta here.

Anything of interest?

No artifacts this time.

Just gems.

"Just gems." Lyta, give me what I

need for my boat so I can leave town

and end our torrid love affair.

- Ooh!

- Ooh! You hurt so good.

Careful. That gave me a chemical

burn when I touched it.

Oh.

Fascinating.

Do you know what this is?

Oh, Oh yes.

I believe you found the

Heart of Medusa.

Legend says that while her eyes

could turn a man to stone,

her heart could turn the

world to stone.

Sounds like a premium

price to me.

Wow.

I'll give you twenty five

thousand for the stone.

Ooh, and double for the

scimitar.

This isn't for sale.

No?

No.

Some things can't be bought.

Blasphemy!

My Dad gave this to me.

He said it was handed down by

Old Slndibad himself.

Wait. Seven Seas-Arabian

Knights Sindibad?

Maybe. All I know for sure is that it's a

great way to open up champagne bottles.

Ah. Oof.

If that's the true Scimitar

Sindibad,

they opened up throats of

both men and demigods.

I don't believe in any of that.

My Dad did.

He even said I look like him.

You do.

Look.

See. Here.

You must forgive me. I forget that

trinkets I collect are family heirlooms.

I have more of your history at

my home in Los Angeles.

That's okay.

You keep it.

No, no. I insist.

It hasn't brought me luck. Maybe

it'll make your wish come true.

See, already working.

Hey!

I'm the buyer.

You're the seller.

You keep talking dirty to me,

Lyta. You're turning me on.

And if you're serious about

buying a boat,

may I suggest you do so

and lay low.

The men who I met at the cave.

The "dandy." You know them?

Yes, I do.

He sounds like Manta.

Another collector of rare antiquities.

Except for one difference.

Not as weird?

To me, artifacts are a

taste of history.

But to Manta, they are weapons

of magical destruction.

Weapons? Come on,

you believe that?

No, no, no.

But Manta does.

Rumors are he slaughtered an entire

Amazon tribe with the amulet of

Silverado in an attempt

to look eternally young.

Trust me. It didn't work.

Why didn't he just use

photoshop?

You joke now. But Manta is deadly

serious about his tactics.

Well then let's get together

and kick this guy's ass.

- I ain't afraid of him.

- You should be.

I'm leaving for California tonight.

I'm curious to find out more

why Manta wants this stone.

Please join me.

My estate is secluded

and off the grid.

You'll be safe if Manta

chooses to look for you.

I'm not hiding from this guy.

Especially not in LA.

If Manta messes with me,

I'll mess back.

Besides, this time tomorrow

I'll be half-way to Chile.

Well if you reconsider,

you always have an ally and

a confidant in me.

Like you I keep a low profile,

but you can always find my

consignment shop in

the city's Tehrangeles market.

That's my card.

Lyta, always a pleasure.

Good luck to you.

I already took out my

twenty percent.

Why are you giving me more?

Consider it my donation to the

"Snarky B*tch Club."

- So how we make out?

- We got enough for the boat.

The good one.

Aye, aye, captain.

So we'll set sail tomorrow.

Or we could go north?

I'm never going back to

the United States.

- What?

- Hey.

Do you think I look

like this guy?

Nah. He's actually

good looking.

Really?

Pack up. We're leaving in

the morning.

Why so soon?

You want to be around if eye patch and

that Russian guy track us back here?

Good point.

Weapons of magical destruction.

WMDs.

Hola.

Jax?

What are you trying

to do kill me?

Why are you sneaking

in here?

I didn't think you'd be home.

Oh God.

Here, I'll get you some ice.

How did you find me?

Who did you think I was...

The cops?

Yes. I mean, no.

Ow!

There.

Does that feel better?

You're making it worse.

Oh, you big baby.

- Just hold it on there for a minute.

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