Maeve sat down across from Sinbad while Deirdre sat next to him.

"My fiancé will be joining us tomorrow morning," Ceira informed the crew. The feast was served. The crew was enjoying themselves all except Maeve. Besides the fact that she was on edge, she become ever increasingly annoyed at the youngest daughter, Deirdre. The way she gazed at Sinbad.. Maeve glowered at the girl as she kept batting her glistening green eyes at Sinbad. Maeve tried to kept her cool. What was wrong with her anyway? She didn't have time for silly things like love. She had a mission...

Sinbad on the other hand also noticed Deirdre's attempts to flirt. He was flattered and quite frankly turned on by her stunning beauty that rivaled Maeve's. Then he thought of Maeve. How he wished he could hold her. He loved her so much and yet she still refused him her love. He couldn't take it anymore. Sinbad was tired of his heart being trampled on by her impertinent attitude. Aside from that fact, Sinbad longed for a woman to comfort him. The last woman he had been with was Maeve and that was over ten months ago. And before that it had been over two years ago...

Maeve noticed when Deirdre whispered in Sinbad's ear. She could only guess as to what it was they conversed about. She didn't want to know. Jealousy flowed through her. She could feel her blood boiling. She quickly got up in the middle of the feast and stormed out without any word.

Everyone looked up immediately. Sinbad started to rise but Bryn stopped him, "Sinbad, please, leave her alone. She just needs some time alone."

Bryn could sense the waves of emotions running through Maeve and she knew Sinbad was a part of it. She motioned for Sinbad to stay and he conceded still eyeing the hallway every few seconds.


Maeve closed the door as she slid to the floor. What was wrong with her? The feelings for Sinbad grew with each waking moment. But no, she couldn't. Not after what had happened to her all those years ago. He wouldn't possibly love her if he knew her true past. She didn't blame him. She was a horrible person. Why did she have to love him? She grew restless and grabbed her sword, then left her room. She needed to breathe. The fresh air would calm her. She walked down the hallway as she heard whispers. She stopped before the turn and peeked around quietly. She saw Deirdre standing in front of Sinbad's door. She leaned forward and kissed him as he pulled her into the room and shut the door. Maeve's heart sank as she hurried outside before she saw anymore.


Sinbad let her tongue slip all through his mouth. She combed her hands through his hair. He shuddered at her touch. He searched her body with his hands as well. Sliding over every curve. Then Sinbad brought his eyes up to her face. Her hair. Her vivacious red hair was just like Maeve's he thought to himself. His mind drifted off to Maeve and he realized this was not right. He slowly grabbed her wrists as he pulled away.

"I'm sorry Deirdre, I thought I could do this but I can't," He looked at her with solemn eyes. She studied his eyes for a moment before she quickly left the room. He called after her but to no avail. He was left with his thoughts. Sinbad dragged himself to his window. He stared out at his mistress, the sea. Was he cursed? Never meant for love? Why did Maeve have to haunt his ever waking thought? His eyes perused the shore when he saw her. She sat on the edge of the rocks sharpening her sword. It was a sign from the gods. He quickly rushed out to see her.


Maeve brought the rock to the edge of the sword. She stared at he markings on her sword. She brought her fingers to it and traced them. She heard footsteps. She turned and saw Sinbad coming to her. She tried to ignore him.

"Maeve, I um...saw...you from my window, I thought I'd..."

"Shouldn't you be entertaining your new lady friend, or something?" She retorted. Her eyes shining menacingly.

"Deirdre? Maeve, I...." Sinbad asked not understanding.

"Look Sinbad, I know what went on...I saw her standing before your room..."

"What? No, that is....."

"You don't owe me any excuses, Sinbad, after all we are not together." Maeve had stood by this time and was looming inches away from Sinbad's body.

Sinbad was growing infuriated. Her insolence was insufferable. She really thought he had gone through with it. He decided not to tell her since she was wasn't listening anyway, "Look, Maeve. We are not together by your means. I have told you where my heart lies and yet you still..."

"Love?! How dare you Sinbad! Love, Ha! Is that what you call that?! What you and Deirdre share? Is that love, too then? I will not let myself become your concubine that you may use when it pleases you!" Her eyes were burning.

Sinbad grabbed Maeve's arms tightly and threw her up against the rock, "Don't you mock me, woman! I speak truths when you hide behind this hard, intolerable body. Concubine, indeed! I had you Maeve, in case you already forgot. I have tasted you! If that was all I wanted then I would have been done with you, but no! I endure your haughtiness day in and day out because I love you! And if you can't see that then you are a fool! And if you wish not to see it then you are a coward!" The words poured from his mouth like lava. He regretted them as they spilled out yet he still spoke. He was tired of these games. He realized his hands tightened around her arms. Her eyes widened with fear as she remembered Baruuk and his forcefulness. Sinbad remembered too. He let go. She pushed him away as she stormed off her eyes stinging with tears. He called after her. Nothing.