"Good," Maeve just said and started to swim.
As they reached the sandy beach, they all laid down and breathed hardly. Doubar sat down first.
"Does anyone know what just happened?" he asked looking at his brother.
"I don't," Sinbad put him hands under his head.
"Me neither," Maeve said as Doubar turned to her.
"Maybe we could explore this land," Doubar suggested.
"Yeah, good idea," Maeve stood up and shook her head. Drops from her wet hair fell on Sinbad's face.
"OK... after all we need to eat as well," Sinbad jumped up and fastened his sword properly. He looked for the last time on the ocean before they all disappeared in the trees.
"I was thinking about that storm..." Maeve was trying to sort out last night.
"Was that a storm?" Sinbad interrupted her.
"Well, maybe it wasn't storm," she rolled her eyes.
"Than what was that?" Sinbad turned to face her.
"How can I know?" she stared into his eyes.
"You are a sorcerer," young captain didn't give up.
"Am I suppose to know everything?" she looked at him angrily.
"Enough you two," Doubar quickly separated them and looked at his younger brother: "I've notice a village ahead."
"Well, maybe we'll get some explanations there," Maeve looked at Sinbad again.
They were walking few minutes in silence. Just before they entered the village, Sinbad started to have a strange feeling. The village was very known for him.
"Hello," Maeve smiled at the small child playing next the big house.
"Hi," girl with auburn hair responded.
"Do you know about some tavern there?" Maeve asked the child.
"Yes, it's that way," girl pointed to green painted house.
"Thanks," Maeve moved back to men. Sinbad gently smiled first at the child and then at Maeve, who smiled back at him and started to walk.
They entered the tavern full of cheer people who were obviously celebrating something. They sat on the nearest chairs and ordered some wine. Sinbad turned to the bunch of people, then back to owner.
"Birthday?" he asked.
"No," he smiled and pointed at the old couple sitting in the center with his chin: "The founders of this village are today 30 years together."
Maeve smiled too and turned to the crowd. She looked at the old lady who was holding her husband's hand. She had long silver hair and was dressed in nice blue dress. Maeve thought the lady had to be beautiful when she was young. And the man was tall and even though his silver hair and wrinkle face he was handsome. Sinbad first watched Maeve and then looked into old man's eyes. He suddenly felt something strange. His eyes were unbelievably known to him, but he couldn't understand why.
"Do you need a place to sleep," the owner took him back to reality.
"Yes," Sinbad said, but didn't break the contact with the old man's eyes.
The man suddenly stood up, took his wife's hand and moved to newcomers. His wife noticed Maeve and gasped.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"My name's Sinbad and these…" Sinbad introduced himself, but was interrupted by woman's scream: "Is she alright?"
"This is unbelievable," the old man said looking into Sinbad's eyes and gently stroked his wife's hand.
"What?" Doubar asked.
"Doubar," the old man smiled and put one arm around the lady: "I AM SINBAD."
To be continued...
Rating: PG
Disclamer: I don't own characters from the show The Adventures of Sinbad, but this story is mine.