Hiya! Here's chapter 6, chapter 7 will be out sometime soon, but will be posted on my yahoo group by tomorrow. See the bottom of the page for the address...Hope you enjoy the chapter!
In the last chapter:
All he could think about was hiding his weakness from the rest of the crew, and avoiding Maeve when he could, only letting her see him when his patented "I'm fine" mask was firmly in place. With this in mind, Sinbad turned away from the entrance to the main deck, and strode determinedly towards the crews quarters. He would not let his weakness show. He would survive the day, and suffer in silence through the night.
Upon reaching his crew's quarters, Sinbad found them empty. Peering out of the nearest porthole, he realised that the sun was higher in the sky than he had expected...he turned away sharply as the glaring sun sent fresh daggers of pain blossoming through his head. His vision darkened momentarily, and he staggered. Forcing himself to straighten, he glanced around hurriedly to make sure no one had noticed his momentary weakness, then set his shoulders and began the climb to the deck, determinedly ignoring the aching in his back and legs.
As he disappeared onto the deck, a hiding figure let out a long held breath. Their captain was most definitely sick.
As he stepped out onto the deck, Sinbad nearly collided with Firouz, who for some reason best known to himself, was parading along the deck backwards holding a…contraption…of some sort…the purpose of which seemed to be unknown, even to the inventor. Blinking, Firouz turned to him. "Oh sorry Sinbad, wasn't looking where I was going, you know, this really is fascinating, I…Sinbad, are you alright? You look a little pale…" smiling as best he could, Sinbad mumbled something about it being the poor light, all the while shading his aching eyes from the sun's glare, desperately trying to stay upright. Glancing around, he hurried to the area of the deck furthest away from any member of his crew, particularly his brother…Dubar might be a little…slow to grasp things at times, but he knew Sinbad to well for him to hide an illness this severe from his sibling for long.
Grabbing the nearest rope, Sinbad busied himself making adjustments, checking and double checking it's strength and firmness. He didn't notice Maeve slipping out from the shadows below deck, and failed to hear her murmured conversation with the rest of his crew over the pounding in his head and the roaring in his ears. The first he knew about it was when a firm hand landed on his shoulder, almost causing his already shaky legs to buckle beneath him, and his brother's voice greeted him loudly, sounding cheerful as ever. Sinbad was feeling too ill by now to notice the concern in Dubar's voice, and he turned wearily to return the hearty greeting. Upon seeing his flushed and sweaty face, his brother growled. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick, little brother? You shouldn't be up on deck, you..."
"I'm fine," insisted Sinbad, "I'm not si..." but he did not finish his sentence before breaking down in a fit of hacking coughs, their force great enough to send him to his knees, gasping for breath. A cool hand was laid across his forehead, and he hadn't the strength left to bat it away. There was a gasp, then Maeve's voice said, panicked, "He's burning up! Rongar, help Dubar get him down to his quarters. He needs to be in bed. Get his clothes off, no Dubar, not all of them; leave him his modesty, for goodness sake! I'm going to fetch a cloth and water, and Firouz, do you have any medicine that might…" that was the last thing Sinbad heard for a while, as he finally gave in to the blessedly cool blackness, and slumped against the strong hands holding him.
Review Responses:
Bob: Thanks for being this chapter's first reviewer. ;-
Flirtatiouspriss: Not meaning to disappoint, but this is kind of the 'meat' to the story – this is a purely whumping fic! However, I will be writing an alternate ending, with a proper 'meat' as you call it, which I will post on my yahoo group whumpingfic (see bottom of page). Thanx for reviewing!
SpelCastrMax: Hi! Not a huge amount, I'm afraid. As I said above, I will be writing a more exciting, mush longer ending later though…thanx for your enthusiastic review!
Kitana: Hope this chapter satisfies you…thanx a lot.
Space-Case7029: As you can see, Maeve convinced the guys fairly easily, 'cos Sinbad has a reputation for hiding illness, as mentioned earlier in the story. It's great to see you reviewing again, glad you found the story. If you want to be alerted for new chapters, I suggest using author alert, it's really good…
irishfire: You are not alone! Sinbad rocks! Though this is short, he will go on the supplies run in my alternate ending, which will be posted on my yahoo group eventually…
Anon: Thanx very much. I hope the description is better in this chapter?
Kitana: Ta Da, new chapter! Thanx for your review!
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