Hiya people, I'm back! ducks rotten fruit and veg I'm really sorry that it took me so long to update, but I am determined to finish this story, so don't worry. I have been very busywith GCSE work, and, more importantly, creating my own character whumping fanfic website, so if you are a fan of that kind of thing, like me, please check out my site at Thanks to Space-Case7029 and ChibiYugiYasha for reviewing, you're both fantastic!!!!!! I'm very sorry, but this chapter, though the longest yet, is still pretty short…ah well, enjoy! (please, I'm beggin ya!)

In the last Chapter:

Sinbad sighed. Perhaps he was worrying about nothing. And even if he wasn't, his crew was more than capable of handling anything that came up. He hoped. He would just have to keep his wits about him.

Unfortunately, that could be slightly more difficult than anticipated, he thought, as he sat up and nearly blacked out from the blinding pain in his head. Shit.


Sinbad squeezed his head between his hands, trying to push the pain away, gritting his teeth to stop himself crying out. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact less than two minutes, the pain calmed down to a slightly more bearable level, and he lowered his hands, breathing heavily. 'Oh great, what a wonderful day for a headache' he thought sarcastically, 'there's no way I can postpone the trip to the mainland, we barely have anything left in the way of food or drink. And I'm not sitting it out; this new Emperor could be dangerous… I'll just have to grin and bear it…'

Ten minutes later, as he leaned over a basin, wracked with dry heaves, Sinbad was realising that that would be easier said than done. Though the headache was no worse, he now felt sick, dizzy and cold, though he was sweating. There was an odd tightness in his chest, and he coughed miserably. This was more than just a headache.

It took nearly fifteen minutes for his stomach to settle, which made Sinbad thank the Gods that he had woken early, or his crew would have been banging on the door by now. Or, if it was Dubar, banging through the door. Breathing deeply, Sinbad straightened up, forcing his patented 'I'm fine' face to appear, pain lines smoothing out, and a slightly weak grin finding a way to the surface. Taking a deep breath, he pulled open his door, and strode through it, making his way to the deck.


"Sinbad! Just the man I was looking for! The boat is still damaged after that last…accident, and we're going to need it today, so you can give me a hand! Here, catch!" Without pausing for breath, Maeve tossed a hammer in Sinbad's direction, raising an eyebrow as he fumbled it slightly before catching it. "Are you alright, Sinbad?" she joked, "I've never seen you have a problem with catching, even this early in the morning!"

"I guess I'm getting old" he replied, grinning despite how bad he was feeling. Groaning inwardly as his body protested to the movement required to crouch by the boat, he set to work. "Ouch" 'This is gonna be a loooooong day," he thought as he received a splinter for his troubles.


Well that's it! Sorry it took so long, pleeeease review, and I might update more quickly! Any ideas as to what's wrong with Sinbad would be much appreciated. At the moment I'm thinking flu, pneumonia, bronchitis or appendicitis, but I could really use some help! Constructive criticism is okay, but flames will be used to destroy my Physics text book…or my entire school, depending on what mood I'm in!