I do not own Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas. I just like it. :) If you have a problem with this story, bring forth the inferno! If I can't defend my own work against criticizers then there is obviously something wrong with it. Non-flame reviews are also welcome, as is a given. Either way, I just like feedback.

People say time is a constant; it never speeds up, it never slows down. But Sinbad knows that isn't true. Time is all about perspective and Sinbad knows from experience that it is constantly changing.

Time can come as a rush. It can speed dizzily by and fill a person with anticipation and thrill. Sinbad knows because he can feel time pick up whenever he is faced with a new adventure. When he takes to the sea and is faced with the unexpected he can feel the momentum of time increase and feel his own spirit hurry along with it, reaching towards the climax of whatever danger he faces.

Time can also slow down, shift into a steady and comforting pace. Sinbad knows because when he has found the rhythm of the waves on an open ocean, he can feel time settle around him and wrap that moment in a timeless fashion. Everything is calm and Sinbad can tell that time is taking a much needed rest.

Then there are the moments when time just doesn't seem to know what to do with itself. Everything is hectic and confusing, and no one can seem to figure out what to do. Sinbad has had his fair share of this side of time; in his adventures he has come across many an instance where everyone is panicking and he seems to brush against death. But Sinbad has always pulled through, whether because of his split second ingenuity or the help of those around him.

Sinbad has met each of these characteristics of time on multiple occasions in his life. He had become familiar with time's flow over the years and acceptant of each one. Sinbad thought he knew time. And yet, for the first time in his life, Sinbad found time and didn't recognize it. He had traveled to the gates of Tartarus, failed his mission, and rushed back to Syracuse, all the while being accompanied by a pressuring time. He had returned to face his fate at the executioner's block, and that was when time shifted. He felt it stiffen as his own body did, tensing around him as he clenched his hands. Time slowed, but with this change, it was edged with fear, and Sinbad knew he couldn't go out like that. He would not leave this world while time stood still around him, taut and nearly unbearable. So he forced himself to relax, and let the tension out of his body. He tilted his head up and strode the last few feet to the executioner. And as he lowered himself to the ground, he sensed time ease back into a side he knew. It became steady and comforting and allowed him to rest his head on the block of wood before him.

Sinbad couldn't help but close his eyes to the rising sun. Time was moving forward while he was about to finally stop. Yet he didn't let his fear take control, for he knew that time was slow and with him, waiting for the ax to drop, and for the end to begin.