This is a bit of a shorter entry - just didn't want to leave anyone hanging for too long. I am still writing! Comments are very much welcome!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to The New Adventures of Sinbad - all this recognition goes to the Creater, Ed Naha.
Later into the evening, Firouz found Sinbad making his way back inside the tavern with Captain Brom right behind him. "Oh! There you are." He stopped right in front of them and gestured over his shoulder. "Doubar is not looking so good. Some of us are going to head back to the ship."
There was amusement in his eyes when Sinbad spoke to both Firouz and Brom. "Doubar must have went a little overboard tonight with his spirits."
"Uhh...He is not the only one." Firouz spoke over his shoulder as he continued back inside. "You two might want to check on Bryn…and Anna." He crossed his arms in front of him and placed a hand over his mouth to cover his smile as he took in the scene in ahead of them.
From where they entered, they could see Anna seated upon Doubar's lap trying to urge him to drink from her mug. All Doubar could do was shake his head in protest. They could hear Anna giggling between her efforts. They were seated along one of the long wooden benches closer to the bar. Bryn was seated at the opposite end of the table. Talking with a man neither Firouz nor Sinbad recognized. At that moment they watched him stand, take hold of her hands and pull her up. From the way she stood up and nearly lost her balance, you could tell she may have had a little too much to drink. The man kept a hold of one of her hands and nodded his head towards the exit. Bryn shook her head no at the invitation, but he still tugged on her arm to follow.
"Is he one of yours?" Sinbad asked Brom more roughly than he intended to.
Brom shook his head. "Nope."
"Good." Sinbad replied. "Firouz, you and Rongar see that Doubar makes it back to the ship." He ordered without taking his eyes off of Bryn. "I will be there soon."
"Aye, Captain." Firouz replied. He looked at Brom for some help with Anna. He didn't have to ask.
"Anna!" Brom called out to her as he approached. "My god! Anna get up! It looks like he is about to be sick." He watched her rolls her eyes in annoyance and slowly stand up.
"He will be fine, Brom." Anna exclaimed with a giddy smile. "It's Doubar. He's strong!"
"I am okay." Doubar groaned as he slowly stood up. "I think I am done for the night though." He placed a hand on the table for a moment and shook his head to clear his senses. "Just a bit tired now."
"Let's go back to The Nomad." Firouz suggested calmly. He and Rongar walked along both sides of him just in case their support was needed. This was not unfamiliar territory to them. The last time Doubar was like this, some support was needed. His stride was not steady, nearly walking into the people around them.
"Where's Sinbad?" Doubar spoke loudly. He tried to crane his neck to scope out the room for his brother but immediately felt a wave of dizziness and stopped.
"He is getting Bryn." Firouz answered. "They are about to head back too. Let's go."
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"Generally, when a woman shakes her head like that, it means 'no'." Sinbad informed the man that still had his hand on Bryn. He stood in his path with his arms crossed; his stance wide and firm.
The man eyed Sinbad for moment. "Step aside. This isn't your business." He said gruffly.
"I am making it my business." Sinbad spoke in a threatening voice.
At that moment, Bryn pulled her hand free from the man's grasp and took a step back. The man looked to Bryn and back to Sinbad. "Who are you?" He asked irritated by his interference.
"I'm her Captain." Sinbad replied firmly. "The name is Sinbad."
The man smirked. "I always like to know the name of the man I am fighting." He brought a hand to the hilt of his sword, ready to pull it out, but was distracting by Brom's booming voice behind him.
"Don't be a fool, boy!" Brom strode closer with his hand on his own sword, prepared for any trouble.
"There will be no sword play in this tavern!" The bar keeper hollered to all three of them. He gave Sinbad a look of warning and worry.
"We were just leaving." Sinbad informed the bar keeper.
Bryn on the other hand, knew that he was talking to her. She stepped around the man and gave him an apologetic look. All she could think to say was, "Good night." Sinbad reached a hand out to her and she took it.
The man let out a dissatisfied growl as he turned and walked towards the bar. Sinbad and Brom kept their eyes on him as they heard him demand for another drink. The bar keep shook his head.
"Are you okay, Anna?" Bryn peered over Sinbad's shoulder. "You're not looking too well."
Anna was seated on a nearby bench with her head between her knees. She let out a small moan. "I think I am going to be sick." She let out a little whimper.
Brom looked at Anna and then to Sinbad. "I will take care of her." He gave his friend a smile and nodded towards Bryn. She was relying on Sinbad's body for support to stand without realizing it. Sinbad had a firm arm around her tiny waist. "You should probably get her back to your ship too."
"I will do that." Sinbad looked down at Bryn and saw her give him a small smile. He cleared his throat and looked back up at Brom. "You have a good rest of your night. Good luck with Anna."
Brom laughed. "If don't see you before you catch that evening tide tomorrow, you have a safe journey. Good luck in Carthage."
"Thank you. I will need it." Sinbad replied. He nodded his head in appreciation before turning his attention back to Bryn.
