DISCLAIMER-I don't own these characters.I never have and I never will.
...Just thinking...
Here at the tiller you have an awful lot of time to think,you know? Especially at night.
I mostly think nice,happy thoughts of dancing girls,ale and maybe fluffy bunnies...
No,not really.
I keep those for the day,when I spend my time disentangling ropes,carrying supplies and cargo to the ship and generally watching the world revolve around the two lovebirds.
Rip off Maeve's head,wrap it in nice flowered gift paper and give it to Sinbad
The thoughts were disturbing at first,but then I came to completely accept them:they are just weird and basically harmless...a bit like Firouz's inventions.
Bind and gag the smaller man and surprise him with a pratical demonstration of some rather
interesting alternative uses for his latest invention....bet he didn't think that a strawberry peeler
would hurt so much....heh
Don't get me wrong: I am quite happy with my "silent strongman" role,thank you very much.I mean,if the shoes fits wear it...and anyway in the strongmen department there's still Doubar that talks for both of us...
Eradicate his tongue with my bare hands then watch as he screams and screams and screams....until
he chokes in his own blood.Kick his corpse a few times for good measure.
Now,don't look at me that way! It's not like I would ever try to act out one of this thoughts or to take over the show,you know?
I know what my place in a fully functional fanfic story is,and I know that there's a good reason if the show's called "Sinbad" and not with the name of another one of us.
Trap him in a small cell.Cut out one of his limbs every week or so.Tell him that if he doesn't wish to
starve he'll have to eat that.
Laugh at what he's become.
Kill him sticking a thin,long needle through his heart...do it really slowly....let him feel it inching its
way through his flesh and see the despair and the pain in his eyes.
Wait until he prays,he begs you to let death come.....
Smile.
Phone Mustapha and THEN take over the show together.
I mean,it's not like it's a dream or a fantasy or something my heart wishes deeply for....just thinking....a way to pass the time at night...
It gets lonely and boring fast,at the tiller.
FROM THE AUTHOR-Forgive me.It kept going round and round in my head for a week.I just had to write it.
Before killing me,let me say three things:
(1)Yes,I KNOW this is completely OOC.
(2)There's a reason why it is called fanfiction,isn't there?
(3)I guess you could say that was a parallel universe or something like that,if it makes you happy.
Again,I am sorry.This was bad.
Are some things better left unsaid?
Hephaestion