Maeve/Roslyn eyed Sinbad cautiously. Just what was it that he had meant by that? She started towards the door when Sinbad rushed up towards her and slipped between the door and her.

"Maeve, please?!" Sinbad stared into her glistening eyes.

"What did you call me?" She furrowed her brow, soaking up every inch of his appearance.

"Maeve.."

"My name is Roslyn but the name Maeve sounds so familiar. How do you know me?" Why was this man so familiar to her?

"Your real name is Maeve, your were a part of my crew before I, I mean we, lost you to the sea. I tried to find you but the sea was so unfriendly, Maeve.. I never stop looking." Sinbad's voice cracked as he mentioned losing her.

Maeve's mouth slightly dropped open as she inspected him once more. What he telling the truth? Did he really know her?

"How do I know that you are telling the truth? How do I know that you are not deceiving me?"

"Feel your left side of your head. You should feel a small scar," Maeve raised her hand to her scalp. Her fingers rested on a small scar that she had never noticed before. She looked at him through wide eyes, "You got that a couple of years ago. You were hit in the back of the head, nasty little wound. I remember you had to keep your head bandaged for a week." Sinbad was smiling as he recalled the memory.

"Maeve..." She pronounced it with such eloquence. Her eyes trying to hold back the tears.

"Maeve.." Sinbad replied as he grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.