Hello Folks,

So, here's my first own fanfic. It's the only one I've ever written in English - so please bear with me and any mistakes I might have made.

The story itself takes place about two years after "The Sacrifice" as part of a maybe-season 3 I never wrote (so far).

I really hope that someone out there likes it, though it's quite calm and of a certain melancholy.

I'm now posting "Till we meet again" because I so love to read those stories other fans create and just want to try and give some of the joy they bring back to them.

Oh yes, and of course I don't own any of the characters. I do not benefit from this story in any other ways than in maybe putting a smile on a reader's face.

Yours TiaKisu

P.S.: Mind speak's in italics. :)

Chapter 1: losing yourself

Sinbad stood at the wide and empty beach, listening to the skimming waves.

Completely lost in thoughts he didn't notice anything that was happening around him. He wasn't aware of the cold and icy wind that was rushing through the trees, wasn't aware of the pale afternoon sun and of course he didn't notice Dermott who flew high above that lost piece of paradise.

The eyes of the famous captain were staring out to the ocean but they didn't spot anything.
Their deep blue colour got nearly lost by the way he was looking to the sea. There was no hope left in his gaze, no light shining in his heart. There was truly something missing in the sailor's life and since they had that trouble here he noticed that gap so much more.

It was not only the fact that they were in need of the help of a real sorceress but also that Sinbad needed someone to lean on.
He was the brave sailor to everyone, never capitulating, never weak and he felt that even his brother thought like that. But in this moment he barely had any power left to go on. It could have been the first time that Sindbad had no solution for a problem, but right now he even wasn't able to think about something like that. He just stood there watching the emptiness of the ocean which had taken almost everything from him that he had ever cared about.

His friends knew he would be there - he was always watching the sea while losing his mind in memories.

Doubar could tell from the captain's eyes that something wasn't right anymore. Even in his dark days Sinbad always used to have that courage in his gaze but now there was nearly nothing of it left.
The first mate was sure he knew the reason for the changes about his little brother but he also was aware the fact that he wasn't able to do anything. He was no magician, was unable to let that one person appear who had such a big effect on the sailor. And it was not only Doubar who noticed all these things but also Rongar and Firouz who had already thought about their captain.
Bryn may have been the only one who didn't know the whole story and for that reason who didn't know the real cause for Sinbad's changes. But although she had never met the one who was missing in the sailor's life she could tell from his behaviour that it must have been someone very special. Otherwise he wouldn't act like he did.

"Shouldn't we go down to the beach and talk to him?", Bryn asked hesitantly. The young sorceress really felt sorry for their captain and wanted to help him with whatever he had to deal with.

But Doubar negated. "He has to get through this at his own. We can't help him with that one"

"But we need him" Bryn tried to reason but finally she had to agree with the captain's older brother. It wouldn't help him to take his mind off his worries - he himself had to decide to go on and let the past be bygone.

"I just hope it doesn't take him too much time", Firouz whispered, remembering the urgency of Sinbad's presence.