Maeve was sleeping peaceful in her room. She smiled contentedly as her favorite dream played itself out behind her closed eyelids. Sinbad leaned in to bestow a kiss upon her lips when he reached around and pounded loudly on the railing.

Wait, that wasn't right. Why would he be pounding on the railing...

Her sleep-muddled brain finally registered the fact that someone was pounding on her cabin door and not on any railing. She grumbled and buried her head beneath the covers and let out a small scream. "No, I am not entering the land of the living because every time I do I die anyway!" She yelled. What was going on?

Bryn peeked her head inside the room, "Are you all right?"

Angry, Maeve formed a fireball and threw it at Bryn, turning her into shipmate barbeque. "I have always wanted to do that." Maeve grumbled. Getting up she stalked past the ashes that were Bryn and up to the upper deck where

Sinbad was.

"Ah, she awakes," Sinbad called once he caught sight of the sorceress. For some reason that one phrase seemed to irk her and she balled up her fists and tried to convince herself that if she killed him she would never find out if the real Sinbad kisses as good as the dream Sinbad, although lately it didn't seem to matter.

As soon as she thought that an idea formed in her head. She smiled a secretive smile as she sauntered over to where

Sinbad stood. Her smile grew as she took notice of his slack jaw and wide eyes. When she got to him she stood as close as she could get, sliding her arms around his neck, she brought his mouth down to hers in a fiery hot kiss.

When their lips connected it was pure magic. To Maeve's delight kissing the real Sinbad was better than anything she had ever imagined. The kiss ended when the pair were forced to come up for air.

Around them everyone stared in shock. Doubar was smiling, glad that the two of them were finally moving their relationship along.

Fouruz had been in the middle of lighting one of his sticks and was oblivious to the fact that he had caught one of the barrels on fire. The place erupted in flames.

Seeing the fire, Sinbad was the first to break out of the trance, "Quick, someone grab some water!"

Rongar was already on his way with a bucket and he threw it at the flames, putting them out and drenching Fouruz.

"Thanks Rongar," Fouruz responded, wringing out his clothes.

"I guess this means a trip to the nearest port." Doubar said, already lowering the rowboat.

Sinbad looked around thoughtfully, "Has anyone seen Bryn?"

His question was met with silence.

Maeve sighed and shook her head. She still had no clue on how to stop the day from repeating itself. She walked over to the side of the ship and called for Dermit. He came swooping down and landed on her arm. She reached up and ran her hand down his neck and chest. "Hey there, I need you to be my eyes. Go!" Dermit knew exactly what his mistress wanted and he set out to do just that.

"hey Maeve, have you seen Bryn? We're about to leave." Sinbad asked.

Maeve swallowed nervously and looked around, trying to think up an excuse. It wouldn't do to upset the crew, even if the day would start over again. "She is umm…not feeling well, she is resting."

"Oh. Should I look in on her?"

"Oh no, you would only wake her up." Maeve covered quickly. Seeming to accept this, Sinbad nodded and the crew climbed into the boat.

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The group wondered through the market place, with Maeve keeping a close eye on everything that went on. From the places where the elder's stood to the actions of every one of her fellow shipmates, Maeve watched their every move.

To soon the riders descended on the town bringing with them a reign of terror and destruction. Maeve saw the first Elder die and then the second one. She looked up and observed the overhead above the first two Elder's. A plan was forming in her mind.

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Three women dressed in black, weaving large threads of string, shook their heads. The scene from the market played out and when the crew died several strings broke. The scene continued on now, with just Maeve. But soon her own strand broke, for her power alone could not stop the evil that was yet to come. Once her strand was broken the other strings that weaved a net of the rest of the world broke also.

Sad, and forlorn, the three women set to work, weaving the strands back together, rewinding time, rewinding it back to that fateful day and defying all rules of fate to do so. For until the crew got it right, time as they knew it would stop or else the destruction of the world was imminent.