Sinbad and the War of the Furies Page #2

- There's no bag.

Jax.

What are you doing here?

Well I'm spending the summer here

studying old missionary customs.

- And then when I saw you were also here...

- No one knows I'm here.

You have a

snapchat account.

With pictures of yourself

in San Lucas.

I like they way the

filters make me look.

Yeah.

Well, I hope that you're not

that upset that I brought it.

I thought it might help

patch things up.

Patch things up?

Okay. Maybe patch is

the wrong word.

Pants can be patched.

Tires can be patched.

You can find pumpkins in a

patch. But my reputation...

I'm sorry! Look, how many times

do I have to say that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that your father

ruined my reputation.

You can't blame him forever.

He stole my work and then blames

me for what he stole.

Okay. You know what,

you're right.

It was a stupid

thing to do.

He was afraid he'd

lose tenure.

Well I lost my degree and now

spend my time hiding from the law.

- That was your choice, Sinbad.

- Was it?

Sinbad, you stole the

university's collection

of Egyptian dynasty gems and

then you sold them online.

Because I was very,

very upset.

Are you trying to

decapitate me?

Jealous of my skills?

Oh yeah. I am just heartbroken

over you skills.

Seriously, Sinbad.

You could have been the greatest

archeological professor in the world.

Now you're just a

lousy thief.

I prefer the term

undercover entrepreneur.

Oh really?

Then how come you can't do

any better than selling

buried treasure to old

crone Lyta downtown, huh?

At least I'm honest

about who I am.

Well.

He did put you

in the book.

See.

"Special thanks to

Sinbad Siridad."

Really?

I want to help you start over.

Why?

Because if you really wanted to

be a criminal,

then I wouldn't still be

in love with you.

Okay.

Here's my "special thanks."

And then out of nowhere,

this cyclops comes running...

He wasn't a cyclops.

It was a bloody cyclops.

Just because a guy wears an eye patch

- doesn't make him a "cyclops."

- I bet he was born with one eye.

Well, you only

have one ball.

Sinbad and his bad jokes. Remember buddy,

I own half the deed on this mine.

- I know.

- So we set sail tomorrow.

Alright, well we have a 90 foot

schooner.

It's a traditional Turkish motor

sailer with a transform stern.

Technically, it's a 35 foot fishing

boat with an off board motor.

Do we have a crew?

Are we just gonna go with those

dudes you found on Craigslist?

You know they

work cheap.

Sebastian?

As long as you're on board,

I'm fine.

Wait. So you're going to

trust a deaf guy over me?

Any day. No one's more

trustworthy than a man

who can't hear anything.

- Was that even sign language?

- Nah.

Sebastian reads lips.

- I was just trying to look smart.

- Hmm.

See you tomorrow.

The rest of you, godspeed

and wadaeaan.

Wadaeaan?

I'm embracing my culture.

So now you're embracing

your culture?

Help me pack up the rest of this

stuff. Just the essentials.

Hmm.

See you on the boat,

baby.

Really?

What?

I thought we were gonna,

explore the women of the world

and screw the seven seas.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean,

still gonna do that.

With your girlfriend

around?

Nah. Well, you know, she...

she's like...

You bought her a flower.

You're in love.

I'm...

I'm not in love.

You are hopelessly devoted.

No. I'm just...

yeah. Yeah.

I'm in love.

But she's coming with us,

alright?

It's my boat, too. So do you

have a problem with that?

No.

Very chivalrous

of you.

I'm going to take

a shower.

She's a lucky lady, Nicky boy!

Yeah. Yeah.

May we come in?

Nick!

Get out of the shower.

Now.

The Heart of Medusa.

We know you stole it.

What?

Remember Cyclops and the

Russian guy we met at the cave?

Yeah?

I think they sent Charlie's pissed

off angels to get their stuff back.

What? Dude, there's

nothing right there?

Let me ask one more time.

Or do you prefer a

different language.

Where is the Heart of Medusa?

I don't have what you want.

I still smell her

heart on you.

The stone's residue

sours the skin.

I didn't hold anyone's heart.

How can you lie when the proof

is branded on your skin?

If you're talking about the

emerald, I sold it.

Who did you give it to?

This one's a fighter.

Manipulate the coward instead.

Tell us where the heart is. Or

rip your friend's out instead.

Why just his heart?

When he has such other such delicate

intimacies we can rip open.

I sold the damn thing.

To who?

To a woman who I thought was

the world's biggest b*tch.

Until you walked in

the door.

Ow!

Man, come one, Sinbad. Man,

Stop pissing them off!

Look, it was Lyta.

Lyta!

How do we know you're

not lying?

Because this one is crying.

Who the hell are you guys?

You're a man. You don't get

to ask me questions.

You're Arabian?

You know him?

You ladies want this, too?

What do you think

this place is... QVC?

When I get that stone back,

I'm coming back here to break

open your head

- the same way it broke mine.

- And mine!

Sinbad?

It's Lyta.

- It's still there.

- Huh?

What a nightmare.

I know who did this.

They think it was an

animal attack.

I had no idea they'd

kill her.

Who?

Three women.

They knocked me out before I could her they

were coming for the emerald they sold.

Why didn't they

come back for me?

- I should tell them.

- No, wait.

You're on probation.

They'll probably just blame you so

they have an easy case to close.

I can't stand back

and do nothing.

Okay. Well, why don't you try

telling them what's going on?

The I can see

if I can help.

So what's so special about

this amulet that you had?

Someone told me it's the

Heart of Medusa.

The Heart of Medusa?

Oh my God.

Who all knows that

you have this?

I was chased down

by a Russian guy.

Manta?

Manta Marquis?

How do you know

about him?

I was the one who told him where to find

the Heart of Medusa in the first place.

You told someone else of my theory of

Perseus burying his treasure out here?

Okay. I's not just

your theory.

Look, we shouldn't talk here.

It's not safe.

Let's go to my office.

That's them.

Who are they?

The Furies.

The living manifestations

if vengeance,

Jealousy,

and unresting rage.

So Manta hired three look

a-likes to scare me into

giving back the

Heart of Medusa?

That guy is sick.

And you led them to me.

Or maybe she

led you to me.

What the hell are

you doing here?

I came to render additional

services from the doctor,

but instead I find her

keeping interesting company.

What's going on?

You two know each other?

We had a deal.

Or so I thought.

Manta hired me to map out a potential

location of Medusa's heart.

And when Dad's book was

published...

A book based on my theories.

A lot of people came out

looking for treasure.

Fortune hunters like Manta hire me all

the time to help them map out spots.

I had no idea he'd

actually find it.

But I did.

And now I find you coercing

with the man who stole it. Why?

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