Sinbad of the Seven Seas Page #4

I have a feeling

that it must have been somewhat pleasant.

Me, too.

In the name of all that is evil...

I call upon the winds of utter destruction.

The terrible power of Jaffar,

satanic sorcerer of Basra...

blew with such fury that even Sinbad,

the greatest sailor of all the seas...

could not prevaiI.

His ship was cast on the dark shores

of the Isle of the Dead...

from which no earthly being

had ever escaped alive.

All around the ship, the fallen warriors lay.

Once brave men from another time,

another land...

whose souls had been brought

to this terrible place...

to do the bidding of eviI.

Their earthly remains had turned to dust...

but their valiant spirits

had been taken from them...

to await this dreadfuI moment.

Wow! What is it this time?

- Whatever it is, Poochi, it means trouble.

- You're right.

I wonder where we are now.

It looks like the afterworid, Viking.

Maybe we are even dead.

Better dead than to never see Alina again.

You'll see her again, Prince. We're not dead.

This is just another one of Jaffar's tricks...

but now we have two gems we can use

to fight him.

The ghost warriors must now obey

their satanic destiny...

and do battle

with the great and mighty Sinbad.

Damn it.

- Get them. Poochi, get my sword, quick.

- Yes.

- Here.

- You two, take cover.

Okay.

On ghostly steeds

came the warriors of the dead king...

wielding ungodly steeI against mortaI flesh.

And brave Sinbad

matched his heroic strength...

against the power of supernaturaI eviI.

The army of ghost warriors

was nearly defeated...

but Jaffar had a plan to rob brave Sinbad

of one of his greatest strengths/

his loyaI companions.

The wizard's eviI magic

cast them far out to sea.

Look.

It's magic.

- It's incredible.

- We're back at sea again.

But what about Sinbad, Mommy?

Poor Sinbad was left alone

on the Isle of the Dead...

with no means to escape...

and he had yet to confront the Ghost King.

- I'm scared.

- It's all right, Jane.

At first, the King did not move...

but the power of Jaffar's wizardry

was still great.

As the ghostly knight came to life,

Sinbad felt himself weakening.

He did not think

he would have the strength...

to defend himself against

the unearthly sword of the Ghost King.

You're losing your power, Jaffar...

and you know that.

Without their valiant leader...

Sinbad's men had barely the heart

to continue the journey.

But Poochi, the loyaI little dwarf,

said they must...

or they would bring shame

upon themselves and their noble Sinbad.

And without his men...

Sinbad knew he would pass

the rest of his days...

on the Isle of the Dead completely alone.

Or so he thought.

- Hi.

- Daddy.

You're right.

Just imagine if they see him. Some meat.

Meat? Who's going to eat meat?

- Come on, let's go.

- Okay.

While Sinbad's men

searched for their leader...

Kyra and her father took noble Sinbad

to a secret part of the island.

What does he want?

He's preparing a fish couscous,

which he says is finger-licking good.

Although he's an incredibly good cook...

he is actually...

Nadir, the famous wizard.

He's been a member

of the Baghdad Fraternity since '82.

Baghdad? So you're not from here?

We came here in a flying machine.

Daddy invented it.

But with the first gust of wind,

down we came.

And since then,

we've been living hidden in here...

because those monsters eat anything

they come across.

Really?

- By the way, are you hungry?

- Yes, sure.

Thank you.

You should see them.

They're slimy and squishy,

and all full of sores...

and they smell real bad.

It makes you sick just to see them.

- So you're the only two people living here?

- Yes.

The surviving inhabitants ran away.

To think it was such a beautiful place.

It used to be fabulous living here...

until Jaffar, the most evil wizard of all...

- You know him, don't you?

- Yes, I sure do.

He came to the island

and he hid something...

leaving those monsters to guard it.

That's when all this trouble began.

- Now you'll straighten things up, won't you?

- Don't you worry, I'll give it a shot.

Will Sinbad's friends ever find him?

I don't know.

I only know that they continued to search

wherever the wind would take them.

Working the ship

like the true sailors they were...

confident that their leader

would one day return.

With this, it's safer.

Daddy, I know it's dangerous...

but with Sinbad, I can face anything.

Okay, show me the way.

Don't worry.

To me?

The oracle had foretold

the fourth and last sacred gem of Basra...

was hidden in the body

of a fouI and horrible beast.

And that is where Kyra now took Sinbad.

- Sinbad!

- Kyra!

Good work, Jaffar.

This time, you've triumphed...

and Sinbad is heading for the tunnel.

Of course. Just as planned. It's a trap.

Trap?

Yes, my dear Soukra...

he's heading straight

for the Cavern of Nothingness.

What a meal for the Lord of Darkness.

I'm not so sure...

especially since he has made pulp

of everyone we have set against him.

There are times when you do

the most dreadful things to my biorhythm.

Again I ask, whose side are you on?

The one who wins.

Push him away. Come on.

That's right.

- You called me?

- Yes.

And now, the mighty Sinbad

had to face his greatest challenge/

the awfuI monster

prophesized by the oracle.

For unless Sinbad could win back

the fourth sacred gem...

the wicked Jaffar, wizard of all that is eviI...

would prevaiI.

Princess Alina

and the beautifuI city of Basra...

would be lost forever.

Sinbad had three

of the sacred gems of Basra.

He could only hope that their strength

was powerfuI enough...

to help him defeat this fouI monster

that shot bolts of fire.

Now, Jaffar...

you're next.

I am losing my strength.

This magic ointment

is made from desert cactus.

It's one of my father's

successful experiments.

As you can see, it works miracles.

Nadir, do something.

The evil spell is over. We won.

Your father should be back to normal

by now.

Normal?

You're talking about

his so-called magic powers.

He says, "Stricki mani, stricki pi,

catch the wind and fly. ' '

No dice, huh? So what's the problem?

Problem?

He says the bags have to be filled

with hot air first and then...

away we go.

I'm no magician,

but I think a nice twig fire would do the job.

He says, "Right. How stupid of him.

"Twig fires happen to be his specialty. ' '

Okay, Nadir. I got the message.

You want hot air? Here's your hot air.

And so, Sinbad filled his powerfuI lungs...

and inflated the great balloons

of Nadir's flying machine.

A wondrous sight that would bring joy

to all but the wicked Jaffar.

Soukra, I am not well.

But all I need is time.

My brainwashing machine

has never failed me before.

So with its help, I'll break her resistance yet.

Why don't you just give up?

May I remind you...

that your lot is tied to mine.

My defeat would be yours as well.

Yes, but I fear if Sinbad should get here...

he'll make this your tomb.

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