Ja'far sat brooding his shoulder shoved against a large barrel. Just a few hours ago he had been killing people, doing what he loved and now he was a prisoner. They had chained him up so much they should have just made him a slave. Ja'far smiled to himself. Perhaps if he hadn't broken the big guy's nose they wouldn't have taken all these precautions. The chains the held him were around the ankles and wrists like expected, but they had also thrown another pair of shackles around his legs right beneath his knees.
They were irritating and it made him want to choke that captain until he saw his face turn as purple as that god awful hair of his. Ja'far tried to stretch out his legs becoming increasingly annoyed. Ja'far stiffened at the sound of someone coming down the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder briefly irritation flashing in his eyes. Ja'far muttered something in his native language.
"I can't understand you," Sinbad told him crossing his arms over his chest. "Have we calmed down at all or are we still going to act like a cat stuck at sea."
"I am stuck at sea you moron," Ja'far yelled slamming his shoulder into the barrel. Sinbad let out a long sigh. He had wanted to treat the assassin like any guest he would have, but the man was just being so difficult.
"Why don't you tell me your name? You're going to be here for a while so I might as well have something to call you." Sinbad stared at Ja'far as he wriggled uncomfortably. He really didn't want the sailor to know his name. He didn't want to hear it uttered in that deep voice of his. The sound of it made him squirm, and not in a good way. It just bothered him. It didn't have anything against pirates. In fact he had done business with pirates on more than one occasion. They would bring it the most intriguing artifacts not found anywhere. This man was something else. He wasn't like other pirates Ja'far met. This man, this Sinbad, was like royalty. If he had said he was a kind Ja'far would have not been suppressed.
Ja'far could feel the man's eyes on his back watching him. He moved uncomfortable with the man looking at him. Why was he just standing there even though he hadn't given him an answer? Ja'far resisted the urge to turn and look at the man. Why had he come down here in the first place? Wouldn't have been less of a hassle for him and his crew to let him sit here and rot? The man sighed deciding that the assassin clearly wasn't going to cooperate. Sinbad turned to go back on deck. Ja'far looked back quickly pulling his legs closer.
"Ja'far," He said softly hoping the man wouldn't actually hear him.
"What," Sinbad asked turning back to the man sure he had heard him udder something.
"That's my name," He said digging his nails into his own hand, "Ja'far. Not that it matters, I'll be dead before you even get back on deck."
"How's that?" Ja'far looked back at the man opening his mouth. He didn't have to tell Sinbad his plan before the sailor rushed forward holding the assassin's mouth open.
"Don't you dare bite your tongue," Sinbad yelled a panic in his eyes. Ja'far wondered to himself why he had told him instead of just doing it like he should have the moment he realized he was captured. Perhaps he wanted to see how the sailor would react. Ja'far bit down on Sinbad's fingers hoping he'd pull them away quickly. He quickly became irritated at the man. Why didn't he react the way a normal human would?
And time drew on Ja'far became more and more uncomfortable with the man's fingers in his mouth. Did he really have to keep them in there? He didn't feel the need to bite his own tongue off. Though he knew that's what he was supposed to do. He would never let these people know the secrets of his organization. Ja'far looked away wondering what the man would do if he moved his tongue. He chose not to, knowing the man might not even care. He was strange and Ja'far couldn't understand why he cared about his life. It was clear to him that this was just a way for Ja'far to tell him everything.
"Hey Ja'far, how come you became an assassin, a venerable and fair man like you? What was the appeal?" Sinbad looked back at Ja'far with a lazed expression on his face. The man was bored. Ja'far glared at him annoyed by the fact that he was being insulted by this purple haired ninny. He didn't even want to think about the fact that his fingers were assaulting his mouth. Ja'far shuttered to think where this man's fingers had been.
"You know that's an interesting name you have. Ja'far. I like it. Really too bad you're trying to kill me. You'd be a great addition to my crew." Ja'far bit down harder on Sinbad's fingers. He didn't want to hear him speak any more. Ridiculous ideas of him being a part of his crew. He wouldn't be any help all he knew was killing. It was all he was good at. Not that he would want to follow under the rule of this clearly insane man.
"Sinbad," A small woman called walking down the steps. "Do you-" She paused as she saw Sinbad sitting with his fingers in the assassin's mouth. The blond smiled ignoring the strange man. "Do you want me to bring you two down food?" Despite his wishes Ja'far's stomach growled loudly at the mention of food.
"Would you Pisti? We would very much appreciate it." She smiled at the two before nodding her head and walking off. When she was out of sight Sinbad turned to Ja'far.
"Pisti and I are the only ones allowed down here. Please don't hurt Pisti. You may hurt me as you please, but leave the girl alone." Ja'far couldn't ignore the care in the man's eyes. He could respect that. Ja'far nodded really wishing that Sinbad would remove his fingers. Sinbad gave him a hard look moving closer to the man. Ja'far moved away cursing the barrel right behind him.
"If I remove my fingers," Sinbad began softly noting the panic in the boy's eyes, "do you promise not to bite your tongue off?" Ja'far looked away for a moment. He was uncomfortable with how close Sinbad was. For some reason it was making it hard for him to breath. Ja'far shut his eyes tight and gave the man a small nod. Sinbad pulled his hand away from Ja'far's mouth wiping them off on his pants. Ja'far opened his eyes making a discussed face.
"Your fingers taste fishy," Ja'far told him spitting hoping he could get the taste out of his mouth. Sinbad looked away from Ja'far down at his hand.
"That's not fish." Ja'far's eyes grew wide and his nostrils flared.
"You are a sickening man! If my hands were free I'd rip your throat out!" Sinbad laughed at how riled up the boy got. It was kind of adorable to see him flail about trying to strangle him.
"How old are you Ja'far?"
"Twenty two, much younger than you are, you perverted old man." Sinbad looked down at Ja'far shocked.
"I'm only four years older than you," Sinbad yelled.
"Well you fooled me," Ja'far said bitterly turning his face away. His mouth tasted awful and he was ready break out of these cuffs. Even if it made his skin bleed he would do whatever it took to get out of them. The small blonde girl returned carrying food for both the men.
"If you keep him chained up like that you're going to have to fee him," Pisti told Sinbad handing him the food. "I'd offer to do it, but I want to eat before it's all gone." She put her hands on her hips looking at Ja'far. "Don't give uncle Sinbad any trouble. He's dealt with enough people like you." Sinbad looked back at Ja'far smiling. Ja'far watched the small girl walk back up the stairs.
"So she's family, is that why you didn't want me to hurt her?" He turned to Sinbad with a questioning gaze.
"Oh Pisti's not family. Her and several other crew members call me uncle. I saved them at a young age. They're like family." Sinbad smiled down at Ja'far. "Would you like to join our family?" Ja'far stared at the man bewildered. How could he so calmly ask him a question like that after he had tried to kill him not long ago?
"Absolutely not," Ja'far growled looking away from the insane man. Sinbad laughed picking up keys to Ja'far's shackles.
"Fine you don't have to decide right now. If I take off the cuffs do you promise not to attack me?" Ja'far looked down at his wrists. He did want these damned cuffs off, but he couldn't guarantee this man he wouldn't try and kill him. Ja'far gripped his hands tightly. Since when did he care about killing someone?
"How do I know the food's not poisoned?" Sinbad looked down at the steaming food. He grabbed a spoonful shoving it into his mouth.
"There if it's poisoned than we'll both die. Now open up." Ja'far sealed his lips. He wasn't going to allow this man to feed him. Sinbad smiled grabbing a roll and forcing the assassin's mouth open. He grabbed Ja'far's shackled writs as he tried to swing them at him.
"Play nice. You need to eat. It's not that I don't trust you. I know you don't trust yourself." Ja'far didn't exactly allow Sinbad to put the food in his mouth, but ended loosing the fight against him. He chewed on the bread giving Sinbad a dirty look. This man was too wise for his age and he needed to knock it off, it was annoying him. With another force fed bite of food, he knew for now he would just have to bear with it.