Maeve sat at the end of her bed hanging on to every word that Sinbad said. She had learned so much from him about herself. She was enthralled.

"And that is how we saved you from the Norsemen," Sinbad had never spent so much one on one time with Maeve and he loved every moment of it. They way her nose crinkled as she laughed. Man, that laugh! He never heard her laugh so much before.

"I see, so they made to their ship okay, I hope."

"Of course."

Maeve couldn't believe what she was hearing. The woman Sinbad spoke of couldn't possibly be her. He made her sound so beautiful, so cunning, so smart, so brave, all of the things that this Maeve never really had.

"So I really am a sorceress, then?"

"Well more of a sorceress in training, if you will."

"So I'm not very good then?" Maeve asked laughing.

"Well lets just say there have been many accidents. But you were getting better each day. Closer to defeating Rumina."

"Why am I after her?" Maeve questioned.

"Even I can't answer that. Your thoughts were such a mystery to me. I always wondered what you were thinking about."

Maeve blushed.

Sinbad hummed to himself as he started towards the longboat when Doubar stood in his way.

"Little Brother, you have been to see her everyday this week. Don't you think that Baruuk is going to start getting a little suspicious?"

"Oh Doubar, you worry to much. Maeve spends plenty of time with him throughout the day to make sure he doesn't think too much and I told him that we would be spending some time here in the port while we restock supplies and repair our ship."

"I still don't like it. I think you should tell Baruuk rather then tip toe behind his back for these little rendezvous'. And you had better be careful with Maeve, if you know what I mean. If I find out your taking advantage of her...."

"Don't worry Doubar, its not like that. I am just trying to jump start her memory. As for Baruuk, Maeve suggested that it would be better not to tell him."

Sinbad started off towards the longboat once again. Doubar just shook his head as he walked away. He always thought that Maeve got Sinbad in to a lot of trouble.

"Sinbad, tell me more about us?" Maeve asked quietly one night.

"What..?!" Sinbad was taken aback at her boldness.

Maeve's smile faded and her face fell pensive, "Oh well I just assumed there was more to us than you were letting on. You talk of me so highly making sure not to forget any little details."

"Oh well no, were just good friends, that's all," Sinbad's face flushed bright red.

Maeve smiled as she noticed how uncomfortable it made him. She favored his shyness, "So just how long have you had these feelings for me?"

"What?! I have no such feelings for you. It's just that I care for all of my crew like they are my own family," Sinbad stammered.

Maeve knew she had hit a nerve and for some reason she decided to go ever further with it, "Oh why don't you just admit it! You have feelings for me! I can feel it."

Sinbad became even more nervous. He tried to reply but his mouth kept tightening.

"Have we ever kissed?" Maeve was now very serious.

"Um...well....you...see...there....was....this...well...see... it was along time ago. We were glad to see each other," Sinbad shifted in his seat as his face turned an even more crimson color.

Maeve gently came closer to him until she was centimeters from his face, "I don't if the old Maeve would have approved of this but frankly I don't care..." Maeve pressed her lips to Sinbad's.