Because doesn't let you tag more than two ships worth of characters, I only tagged SinJa, since they're the "main" story's ship. However, each of Sinbad's tales will feature a different ship: Sinju, Juhaku, and Koumor. I hope you all enjoy!
There were few things Sinbad couldn't get out of with a smile and story. He had built a fortune of wealth and joy on stories- tales of might and magic, wit and folly; greed and lust and wrath and kindness, and, of course, true love. And his own deeds? Well, they spoke for themselves in the stories that followed after him. He was a hero. A heartbreaker. A world changer. Sure, he might have made enemies along the way, but it is a poor man indeed who makes his way through life without ever having believed in something so passionately that another man hated him for it. Enemies were as much a sign of a life well lived as friends. And while every well-lived life deserves a well-done death, he had never imagined it would end like this, with him trapped in a high prison tower and all other possible endings blowing away like grains of sand in the breeze.
Sinbad's death had cold eyes the color of irons, and those eyes held no option for pardon.
He looked the intruder up and down, not letting his nerves move the welcoming smile from his face. "Wine?" he offered, gesturing to the decanter and cups on the small table between him and the door. The man shook his head, and Sinbad shrugged. "All the more for me then." He lifted his cup, tipped it towards the other man as though toasting him, and then took a hearty swig. "So. Is it common practice here to send someone wearing a familiar face to kill prisoners before they can face trial, or did you just decide on that face because you thought it would upset me."
"I think you know why I'm here, Sinbad," the man replied, and his voice was cold and steady as steel.
Sinbad regarded him over the rim of his cup, smile gone. "Have a seat."
"I'm here to make you disappear," the man clarified.
"I know." Sinbad leaned against the table, the chain of his shackles clinking as he did so. "But I figure I get a few final words, don't I? My trial and public execution aren't supposed to be until dawn, after all, and I'm sure an illustrious kingdom such as this wouldn't allow a star prisoner like me to die without spectacle."
The man made no motion to sit. "And what has you so convinced that I'm an agent of theirs?"
Sinbad considered the question as he traced the man's face with his eyes, and, below that, Sinbad could see a glimmer of steel in the man's hand. Instead of answering, Sinbad simply smiled and gestured to the other chair once more.
"Let me tell you a story."