Sinbad of the Seven Seas

I'm not sleepy.

Please tell me a story, Mommy.

All right, sweetie. I'll read you a story.

It's a very strange story.

But you'll have to promise me

you'll go to sleep afterwards.

I promise.

I hope you like it, Jane.

It's an Arabian Nights tale...

about a sailor named Sinbad.

- Sinbad?

- Yes.

It all happened many years ago...

when our Earth was such a very little,

lonely grain of sand...

lost in a myriad of stars.

It was in those early days of mankind...

that a great hero was born.

The bravest man ever born...

and, naturally, he was a prince...

the greatest prince of the seas.

His name was Sinbad...

conqueror of the seven oceans.

And he had traveled so far...

to the most strange

and mysterious countries...

together with his brave friends:

the young Ali, son of a great king...

the Viking warrior...

Poochi the dwarf...

the bald cook,

and the Chinese soldier of fortune.

And now, our story begins...

as they were returning home

to their beautifuI city of Basra.

The people of Basra

were the happiest in all the world...

because they were ruled

by a kind and wise calif named PaI.

The good Calif was loved

by all the people in his happy country...

all except a cunning and eviI wizard

named Jaffar.

I hope there's a princess, Mommy.

Yes. Of course there was a princess, Jane.

What kind of fairytale would it be

without a princess?

She was a wonderful princess...

the loveliest and sweetest princess

that ever lived.

Her name was Alina...

and she was fresh as the dew...

and beautiful as a blushing rose.

But now the princess

is sad and disheartened...

because the hero, whom she loves...

hasn't come back yet.

- Sinbad?

- No.

Not Sinbad,

but someone who sails with Sinbad.

I know. Prince Ali.

Yes, the handsome Prince Ali...

will soon be united

with his beloved Alina once more.

The townspeople of Basra

were preparing a great feast...

to honor the return

of their valiant hero, Sinbad.

They were also preparing a celebration...

for the joyous marriage of noble Prince Ali...

to their own beloved Princess Alina.

Meanwhile, high in the darkest corner

of the royaI palace...

Jaffar, the eviI wizard, planned an end

to the happy times of Basra, forever.

I, Jaffar...

your most devoted massif...

beseech that you grant...

this humble prayer.

The city of Basra...

center of the universe...

is a great ripe plum...

waiting to be plucked.

Grant...

that it is my hand...

that plucks it.

With that, dark clouds began to form

in the skies over Basra...

and the people, who had known nothing

but sunshine all their happy lives...

felt the first icy chill of Jaffar's crueI spell.

And thus, in your service...

may I bring hate, war,

poverty, and pestilence...

to this rich and powerful realm...

subjugate its people

to oppressin and torture...

and thus insure

through terror and tyranny...

that the kingdom of evil is born.

The black winds of pure eviI

blew through the town...

bringing with them destruction and misery.

The people of Basra cried out

in such pain and fear...

that their cries rose

to the very palace of the great Calif.

Jaffar!

Where is my vizier?

Jaffar!

There you are. What's happening, Jaffar?

My people are a happy people.

They love their neighbors.

Only an evil spell

could have transformed them into beasts.

Go and fetch the sacred gems,

and we'll carry them in processin...

and everything will be all right again.

The gems no longer exist.

You'll give no more orders,

you silly old fool.

Guards!

But it was too late.

Jaffar's power had grown too strong.

The sacred gems of Basra had been

the source of the great Calif's strength...

and now, they belonged to Jaffar.

Well done.

Well done, my faithful vizier.

Father, what's wrong?

The people are in a panic.

The city is in turmoil.

What's going on?

Father, I'm talking to you.

Can't you hear me?

These are not problems

for a pretty little head like yours.

You must think about how to

make a man who loves you happy.

Any news about Ali?

When is he going to be here?

A fine one, Ali.

Always running around with that other

good-for-nothing, Sinbad the Sailor.

Running around?

But he's coming here for our wedding.

Now that's quite enough

of this nonsense, Daughter.

You must find a mature, sensible man...

a man with a head on his shoulders.

And who, may I ask, might that be?

- Him.

- Jaffar? Never.

I wouldn't want him even if he were

the only man on this Earth.

My dear Alina, my darling little Alina...

- don't you want to make your father happy?

- Not under these conditions.

If you've been had by him,

it's your problem, not mine.

I'm in love with Ali...

and he's the only one I want.

Father. Guards!

You're to be mine.

How dare you? Leave me alone. Unhand me!

The high towers and minarets

of the fair city rose before them...

as the mighty Sinbad,

sailor of the seven seas...

and his loyaI companions...

drew close to the coast of Basra.

But when they finally arrived at the dock...

after being away for so very long...

only an eerie silence greeted them.

What dreadfuI fate caused the entire city

to look so deserted?

Here. Give me a hand with this.

Wait a minute.

Where is everybody? There's nobody here.

There's nobody here.

I just said that. That's the point.

I thought the whole town would turn out.

You know,

there's something here I don't like.

Do you want us to look around?

No, I'll do that.

You stay here and guard the ship.

Okay.

So Sinbad made his way to the palace

to see his old and wise friend, the Calif.

What's going on here?

Greetings, Lord of the Faithful.

I've returned to a town

where the people have changed.

They're unhappy.

Can you tell me what happened?

Calif?

Calif, I'm talking to you.

Why don't you talk to me?

Don't you remember me?

But the kind old man's mind

was clouded by Jaffar's wicked spell.

You're wasting your breath

on that tired old man.

I should have known from the beginning

you were behind all this.

You can't fool me anymore

with your dirty tricks.

Guards.

Now it's time to put you in your place.

Yes?

The extraordinary powers that I possess

make me top of the heap around here.

It's me you've got to pay homage to now.

Step forward and kneel.

I said kneel.

You'll pay for this, you filthy rat.

You're so softhearted, Sinbad.

It will be your ruination.

I'm going to kill you, Jaffar!

And then?

Sweetheart, Sinbad had great,

brave friends, remember?

And when he did not return

from the Calif's palace after a long time...

they became very worried.

And so they went ashore to search for him.

Kantu, the soldier of fortune...

could sense the danger

was very great and very near.

For though the dock

was completely deserted...

the cook fires were still warm.

He warned the others...

that whatever terrible deed

had befallen their true friend, Sinbad...

the entire town of Basra was in grave periI.

I really wish I knew what was going on.

- Let's get out of here.

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