Sinbad Storytime

hey there Sup Forums, I noticed this comic's never been translated, so, I think it's time to change that!

>Seafaring adventurer, trader of magic objects,
Simbad leaves his adoptive father to uncover his true origins.

>His search will present him with a terrible sorceress, strange creatures
and a sininster djinn. A wonderful epic in the realm of the thousand and one nights!

>And so a legend was born.

>english isn't my first language, so if anyone wants to proofread this, go right ahead

...

A THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS, A THOUSAND AND ONE YEARS AGO... THE MAGICAL CITY OF BAGDAD EXISTED ONCE, TIMELESS AND IMPOSING.
HERE THE SOUQS AND ALLEYS ARE ALWAYS POPULATED, EITHER BY DAY OR BY NIGHT.
GLOSSY FRUITS ARE SHOWN NEXT TO WEAPONS WHOSE WORKSMANSHIP MAY NOT ALWAYS
GUARANTEE A SHARP CUT, AND SILKS ARE SET OVER JARS FILLED WITH HONEY MIXED WITH WONDROUS SPICES
>Come! Gather round!
>Gather round, and listen to the wondrous tale of the magic lamp!
>Listen of how Al-a-din was but a child when he found the power of the djinn...
>Wow!
>Who revealed himself as a faithful an powerful ally...
>...And so, Al-a-din became our beloved Caliph who he is today.
>Djinn come here! I am not finished yet!

>Come! I command it!
>Your command...
>I don't like orders, Al-a-din.
>I care not. The lamp makes you my servant.
>And you haven't answered my question.
>A question? I see...
>My future Djinn! I wan't to know!
>I am forbidden to reveal it, and you know it.
>Careful. I may not be able to destroy the lamp, but...
>Nothing stops me from throwing it to the dephs of the sea so that your only companions will be the crabs and the sea sludge.
>Indeed...
>I can say only this, Caliph Al-a-din...
>You shall die by the hand of your son.
>My son? Which?! I have a hundred wives and even more children!
>This, you must unravel by yourself.

>Can this fate be avoided? If... my children were not here?
>Nothing if set in stone Caliph.
>Captain Merkreh!
>I am here my lord!
>Gather our most loyal soldiers immediately.
>He wouldn't... no, this is horrible!
>Something! There must be something I can do!
>What's the matter Daina?
>Al-a-din has gone mad!
>He wants to slay our sons!
>But... our children are his!
>That's why!
>Silence!

bump for you op

>My child...
>Gather all the children!
>Take only the males!
>Mama!
>No! release him!
>Yeoww!
>Shhhh quiet son.
>Mommy's here. We'll play a game...
>Release our sons!
>But... ladies...
>Fight!
>A game where you'll have to hide...
>We won't see each other for a while, ok?
>My baby...

>Kill them!
>Is there a problem Merkreh?
>It's the women...
>A woman who rebels against the word of our beloved Caliph does not deserve to live Merkreh.
>Easy. Don't move...
>Goodbye...
>What...
>You've killed my wives!

>They rebelled, my lord, your Djinn told us your orders...
>My orders? What orders?! You were supposed to take the children to exile!
>Any living child is a danger for you Al-a-din.
>You should be grateful of your soldiers zeal.
>My wives... Why?
>Do you not understand?
>They challenged your authority my lord!
>We have protected the very base of your rulership!
>That was... a child's cry!
>Daina! Dearest!
>Al-a-din! He killed our son! That monster ate him!
>Silly me! I missed this one!
>Unhand her Djinn! I should've never listened to you!
>It was I who made you Caliph, Aladdin. Before that all you were was a just a thief.
>Only I know what is best for you.

And so, many years later, in the gulf of Arabia, in the island port of Qarawh...
>Must you leave Sinbad?
>Yes Merkes. You have been a father to me, taught me everything I know...
>... But I must know who my real parents are.
>I understand.
>I knew this was bound to happen.
>But, how will you do it?
>I'll use magic.
>I see.

im digging this
lurkan

>Magic and I guess all those dark artifacts you collect.
>They have powers, true, but they ignore what's good and evil.
>Human intention is what guides their actions.
>I have to meet a certain sorceress that owns a coup of great value, the Crater of Alexandria.
>When you pour the right wine, it'll reveal all the secrets of the past.
>Be careful Simbad.
>Goodbye Merkes
>Godspeed boy.
THUS BEGINS ALL LEGENDS. THE ONE OF SIMBAD THE CHARMER, THE ADVENTURER, THE DASHING PIRATE BEGUN HERE.
>Tea sir? hot and sweet!
>Why not?
>You know I can read your fortune using tea leaves?
>Oh?
>You could know your fate, should you wish it so.

>Is it bad?
>You are destined for greatness!
>It says so, in capital letters!
>You wont be a tea seller for much longer, fortune awaits...
>Will I meet a woman?
>Yes, she'll be rich, beautiful and madly in love with you.
>That'll be six dinars.
>Oh, thank you!
>Kazpar!
>Glad to see me Sinbad?
>Of course! I think it's time to clear our little misunderstanding
>And I think it's time to cut your head off.

>You dishonored my sister.
>When her belly grew I had to kill her myself to wash away our family shame.
>Precious Ayah...
>You'll pay...
>Bastard!
>At the docks!
>He's been stabbed!

>I will kill you, son of a goat!
>How dared you to kill Ayah, your own sister...
>Monster!

>Break it up! Now!
>Too slow...
>See?
>Stop!
>Don't move!
>My bag!
>I have to avenge Ayah!
>Too dizzy...
>Get a medic! Quickly!
>To finish him off later?

>Bastard broke my ankle!
>Ouch
>Where's the other one?
>Hey, It's true!
>He's gone!
Dionysus the Greek established himeslf decades ago in Qarawh, with a profitable fine wine emporium.
>Hurry up! It's time!
>It's too heavy master!
>Could I be of assistance?
>Creatures as lovely as you shouldn't do this kind of heavy work.
>How strong!
>And gallant!
>Why do you do my slaves work, you limp bastard?
>Don't expect any payment, I didn't ask for your help!
>I want to talk about business Dionysus.
>It's closing time.
>I'm looking for the wine of Delphi

>Would you turn down a good profit?
>The wine of Delphi is VERY rare. I have no problem selling some of it provided you can match it's price.
>A small amphor would do.
>The only one I have is reserved for the Sultan of Qarawh.
>But I have a good Muscat from Ombria, which is a deal cheaper...
>Still too much!
>Seems I'm out of luck...
>Oh no...!
>Enough! Pick up you trash and leave!
>I'm so very sorry!
>Throw him out!
>I'm leaving.
>But la...
>...dieees!

>You have no business in a store as grand as this one, sailor.
>The most humble of my products would be too delicate for a rotten taste such as yours.
>Perfect...
>Time for dinner...
>The crater of Alexandria... when filled with the wine of Delphi will reveal the thruth of my past...
>I'm so close.
>I can see the lights of your island, Turabah...
>Tomorrow we'll meet, and discuss about it...
>But until then... will the Greek be asleep already?

>Where is it?
>Oh, here!

>Good, good.
>Can't see... the lamp of Xfil will do...
>Now to look for the right amphora...
>Delphi... Delphi...
>Ah, here!

>The magic bottle...
>It would take a sea's worth of water to fill it...
>There!
>It's kind of sad to leave it back empty...
>Put it nicely back in place...
Qrawh awakens with the first lights of dawn...
Better to make the most of the early hours before the sun's heat drains the will to work...
>Nothing's missing master.
>But, how did it lift the log? and have it fall on it?
>Stupid rat.
>Salam, fisherman!

You are doing good work user.

>Hey, what're you doing?
>You fish near Turabah's enchanted island, right?
>Nothing prohibits it.
>Then you'll be able to take me there.
>I have to deliver my products. I have no time for tourists!
>I am a merchant of some renown and offer you an association with me!
>Temporarily.
>I have many extraordinary items. like, for example, this crystal...
>It offers a most incredible spectacle.
>And... how many veils is she wearing?
>One less with each dance.

ALMOST AN HOUR LATER...
>Stop right there (criminal) scum!
>How great Turabah is! She knows that a warm welcome is a must for good businesses
>What businesses do you mean sailor?
>I am the ilustrous Mercurion of Hermesia. Wizards wage wars for my products.
>A magic items salesman?
>Another of the bunch!
>Go, and tell your mistress I've arrived, she'll be most pleased.
>Bah, our mistress is always looking for new toys, maybe you'll be in luck...
>Your invitation warms my heart.

No fucking clue what that is, but drawn super well.

>You wait for me here...
>No! she just took off the last veil and...
>You can have it when I return. you'll see, she dances with her sister.
>Is she as skilled as the first?
>Even more, she can take her earrings off with her feet.
>With her feet...
>Oh!
>A curious installation.
>Turabah's bird-chime...
>...the only way between the palace and the docks.
>That way our mistress knows she has visits.
>A small nudge and the birds...

>You may now see Turabah, Sorceress of the winds.
>The bird will guide you.
>Which one?
>That one.
>Don't lose sight of it. the labrynth of the bird-chime houses the flesh eating birds, the cutting vines and mechanical traps...
>Hey, wait!
>Down boy!
>Slow down!
>Turabah means business!

>In there? are you sure?
>The only exit's through the labrynth... this is bad!
>The sorceress' distrusting, I'll have to be extra careful!
>Where did that flying cretin go?
>Bird! Feather brain!
>Looking for a bird?

>Hi there! I'm a little lost. Know where I can find Turabah's audience hall?
>It's not far, I'll take you there.
>You sell magic items?
>You've guessed correctly! you're very smart!
>Oh, it's not hard to guess, many come with their ware, but few of them leave...
>I hope Turabah likes your wares.
>Turabah isn't here?
>I like new toys, what's in your bag?
>Many pretty things! But they're for Turabah to see. Is she your mother?
>What's in the bag?
>Look, this pretty flower's for you if you bring me to Turabah. I have grown up businesses to talk about with her.
>That's it?
>My lady, two blue macaws have been born, I've come to tell you as soon as I knew.
>Later, I'm kinda busy right now
>So, the bag?
>No, no, no! It's for your mother!

>Er... Turabah?
>You're kinda slow.
>The bag.
>Hurry, I'm getting bored.
>Yes, er... oh powerful sorceress, look at this wondrous blade...
>That talks!
>Hi!
>What does it talk about?
>Well, edgy things I suppose.
>Doesn't mince words huh?
>Ahem, I have better things...
>Let me show you the best of my collection.
>This marvelous music box, it holds...

>An avatar of Euterpe! how...?
>And that's Hippocrates' melody!
>The lady... I meam, young lady's a connoisseur.
>This little muse's song can heal any ailment.
>Right, thank's for the compliment.
>How much?
>Well, I'd say a pice this rare can't cost less than thirty thousand dinars.
>30,000?! that would be too much for your entire merchandise, including you!
>Well, avatars of the muses are hard to come by.
>And it's worth a bunch.
>And why shouldn't I just kill you here? The muse would be mine without wasting a single coin.
>Merchants cappable of obtaining items such as this are scarce... If I die I wouldn't be able to bring more.
>You have a point.
>This'll take a while.
>Dinner is served mistress. The fighters are ready.
>Perfect. some honeycakes will sweeten our deal.
>What you ask for the muse isn't a serious offer, right?
>Well, unless you can give me a reasonable counter offer...

>Ladies and gentlemen, the fighters will perform for you amusement.
>Yes! Let's begin!
>Come, come, don't dawdle.
>After this we'll be free?
>Thirty thousand's too much.
>But, I could offer you something else...
>Well! Can you make me an interesting offer?
>Who'll be your favorite?
>The red one looks strong.
>I have a gallery full of magical items, some of them bore me.
>An exchange? well, why not?
>That'll be later. Let's enjoy the show!
>What are the rules?
>Simple: first one to fall loses
>The combat begins...
>Yes, c'mon! Kill'im!

>Oh, no.
>Red! Red!
>Kill him!
>Yesss!
>Hack him!
>An upwind current...
>Damnation!!!

>But... I chose Red!
>So, the winner's free then?
>Yes, but he's spoiled my fun.
>I'm dissapointed, and he's guilty of that.
>Fauns, kill him.
>Yes ma'am.
>He'll shall know the extasy of cobra poison...
>He'll crash into the gallery!
>Bah, he'll be Azna's meal.
>Ridiculous! Azna doesn't eat those things, and even less without skinning.
>Merchant?
>Yes?
>As you see I like games, but it is I who makes the rules.
>If I haven't killed you it's because I expect you to bring more objects to me.
>Shall we continue negotiating?

>Er... yes.
>Follow me, my gallery hold my magic items collection.
>Azna, don't eat that, it'll ruin your fur.
>You two, throw that to the flesh eating parrots.
>Oh, no...
>As you command mistress.
>This my gallery's guardian, isn't she pretty?
>Truly magnificent
>She's all white to the tip of her fangs, she really matches with my white tunics.
>And now, my collection!

>I have more than a thousand items. I've been collecting them for almost a century...
>I'm sure you'll find something worth your junk.
>A century?!
>But, how old is she?
>For example, I'm willing to trade the gold seeking lizards...
>They don't dig fast enought for a profit.
>I have these drapes that wave as a water course, very decorative.
>Yes, but seeing them makes you want to relieve yourself.
>A charisma medal...
>I have one those...
>Flowers that never wither.
>Flowers are pretty because they live shortly.
>Careful merchant, or you'll end up in a kite.
>Right, ok, I'll take a more modest item.
>I'll take this big cup, it's really pretty.
>The crater of Alexandria?
>Nice name, ferfect size to hold a fruit basket
>Don't play stupid with me merchant, the crater's worth ten muse boxes.
>Once filled with the wine of Delphi, the crater of Alexandria is an oracle that reveals all the secrets of the past.
>But you can only use it once...
>The past? pfft! what people want to know is the future!

>Not always... well, have you found anything that could match your avater of Euterpe?
>I have, yes. Could I think it over until tomorrow?
>So be it, tonight you will be my guest.
>But be carefull, my patience has a limit.
>So I've seen.
>The parrots are fed mistress.
>But they're still hungry...
>Your room merchant.
>Nice. Turabah is a wonderful host.
>There's even wine...?
>Our mistress hates thieves, everything here is designed to discourage such temptation.
>I see.

>Well, at least the fruit isn't chained, lucky me.
>Anything else you would like?
>Maybe.
>Maybe not.
>Too many guards... this palace is a fortress.
>Turabah! And, who's the woman?
>Had a beauty like her been at the meal I would've noticed
>Turabah's really grilling her
>What a brat!
>Too many people, better wait 'till it's empty...
>Hey there.
>Drinking alone's no fun. Come, join me!

>It's really good.
>You don't have parents too, right?
>Mine abandoned me.
>A basket and, hop, into the water!
>And, like a jackass, I'm trying to find'em. Even if they don't deserve it, and me, risking my neck for all this...
>Talk about stupid, right?
>Wha-, already empty?
>No problem. I have my own!
>From Delphi, very good.
>Was going to use it to find my parents, but they don't care about me, so I'll drink it without 'em.
>I'm alone.
>They never cared...

Sorry for delay between posts. captcha is being an ass

>Oooh, my head
>Oh no! the wine!
>There's till some left, hope it's enough.
>It'll dawn soon. I have to hurry.

>You're on a bad streak. wanna bet your flute?
>Why not bet my hooves while you're at it?
>Please don't look...
>Roll 'em.
>The panther's making it's rounds...
>Now!
>The crater of alexandria!
>You've many things to show me!
>The vase! no!

>Oof! Almost.
>Azna, right?
>See? Perfectly fine, eh?
>Right...
>Well, I'm leaving, ok?
>I'll leave you with your friends, ok?
>Hear that?
>Must've been Azna.
>Damn, no way out...

>I have to hide, quickly!
>No! Wait!
>Your fangs are... magnificent. Like your eyes...
>And these claws! So sharp.
>I've never seen a feline that gave away charisma like you...

>A skin so delicate and white, a hair so soft...
>So charming...
>The chyme's labrynth! the fauns won't be there...
>Ow!
>The cutting wires! I didn't see all the traps...
>What is this?
>Outta my way!

>If she catches up I'm dead!
>I have to hurry...
>Parrots?!
>They aren't early birds, gotta go through!
>Pfffiu! safe!
>The labrynth's exit...
... Is right next to the palace! Damn!
>Damned birds! Go away!

>Stop!
>A woman? But... where's the panther?!
>Hold on! I'm coming!
>Out!
>This way!
>I saw you with Turabah...
>Why where you inside? Where's the panther?

>You've risked your life for me, Simbad.
>No...
>Yes, it's me.
>Azna.
>You're... a woman that can turn into a panther?!
>No.
>I'm a panther that can turn into a woman.
>What you told me at the gallery, was it true?
>Yes, you're a beautiful being as a woman and a panther.
>You like my claws and fangs?
>I do.
>My duty is to kill you.

>Estoy solo.
>no les importo

;_;

>I know.
>But you're too honorable to kill someone you saved your life...
>...and that finds you so beautiful.
>I would have liked to have known you in other circumstances...
>I heard the geese, the parrots and Azna's growls...
>And now nothing. Weird.

>Get up merchant
>Turabah likes early wakers
>Where's he gone?!
>Alert!
>The merchant's not in his room!
>Alert!
>There's an intruder in the labyrinth
>Alert!
>Someone's been in the gallery!
>That man was an impostor! Search the island!
>Anything missing?
>Yes, mighty Turabah...
>The silk vase was broken and it's ten thousand butterflies escaped.
>Ant the crater of Alexandria is missing.
>The crater of Alexandria! that's what he was after!
>Find him and kill him!
>No one shall boast that they stole from Turabah!

>Can't cross the labyrinth
>... so I'll fly over it!
>How does this thing work?
>I wonder is Azna's searching too?
>Everyone's looking by the traps...
>Now!
>Ha ha! No one ever thinks of looking up...
>I hope this thing really flies

>Oh no! how do I steer?
>There!
>What...?
>Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!
>I think I've angered her a little bit!
>Watch your aim imbeciles!

>The docks! I'm safe!
>Get ready to sail! hurry!
>By Sharks of the red sea! I don't like this!
>There he is!
>Lucky bastard!
>Won't happen twice!

>>Ant the crater of Alexandria is missing.
Typo, "And the crater of Alexandria is missing."

You translate into English quite well, though. Better than I could into Spanish anyway.

>My eyes! I'm blind!
>Hey! You promised me the dancers!
>Then try to catch up!
>Crater, you'll reveal to me the secret of my birth as sson as I get to Qarawh.
>I must know the truth, no matter how sad.

>What is that?
>A tempest! And it's unnatural!
>If I fall I'm dead!
>I'm not going to make it...

>I'm still too far from the shore!
>Now I'll know if the man who game me Triton's seashell was honest.
>Damn! It's too far!

>Mermaids! It was the real deal!
>His body won't float too far on the Red Sea.
>Go fish it out.
>You called.
>What do we get for helping you?
>I...
>I didn't know there was a price to pay!
>I wasn't even sure the seashell was real.
>I won it playing dice, you know?
>Save us the excuses prettyboy.
>Let him drown!
>Wait! I know!

>What?
>I could... flatter you.
>Honestly?
>Honestly!
>Then it's a deal.
>We'll take you to the shore.
>Er... mistress could you call of the storm?
>It's kinda hard...
>Ah yes, of course
In all my life at sea, I've never seen creatures more beautiful and seducting that the sublime mermaids of the red sea, women in the truest sense, with their beautiful silver skin, their wild hair makes the heart race and your soul flutter, because in their reflection you can see the copper of the setting sun, the sweet expression show lips carefully chisseled and glittering ears, no one can resist their legendary charm, only matched by their indomitable bravery and generosity of their soul. any man who by the some miracle has the chance to contemplate such beauty and perfection, won't be able to do but give thanks tho mother nature for it's wondrous creation... and a bunch of other stuff
>Oh, he's good.
>Do you see that villain, my faithful ship?
>The wind brings me his scent mistress Turabah.
>...of an impossible, but true love.
>Oh, we're here already!
>We could take another swim with him.
>Good idea...
>Simbad! Come back!
>NOPE.

>His smell is getting stronger. He's out of the water.
>The bastard made it to shore.
>The sun. Turabah must think me dead
>I need a mount to make it to Qarawh...
>A songbird?!
>A message from Turabah the sorceress, must be important.
>She's looking for a thief. he should be near.
>She orders us to search for him
>What do we do?
>What she says, she's too powerful for us to go against her.
>While they search the coast, I'll hide right here in the middle of the town.

>I'll make a run for it at nightfall
>One group go west the other east!
>Now comes the moment of truth Crater of Alexandria...!
>The wine of Delphi...
>I'm scared of what you may show me, y'know?
>But nothing is worst than uncertainty...
>Show me who were my parents.
>That's me! what is this...?
>Merkes! My adoptive father!

>Go back Crater! Go further back!
>I want to know my real parents, the ones that put me in the murky waters of the river...
>Mother?
>No, don't go! I've barely had time to see...
>No more wine! I was such a fool! If I hand't drink it...
>The jewel! I must remember that jewel.
>A necklace like that must be a unique piece. I've never seen anything like it.
>Everyone to land!

>Look for him Azna.
>Find him for me.

BEING A FISHERMAN IS ALRIGHT, BUT SOMETIMES YOU GET THE NEED TO EAT SOMETHING ELSEN THAN A SPINE LADEN FISH, WHICH IS WHY TRADE WITH THE INLAND TOWNS IS A MUST, DATES FOR SHELLFISH, CHICKEN FOR FISH...
AND AS TIME PASSES, THE BEASTS OF BURDEN MAY MEMORIZE THE ROADS BY THEMSELVES...
...SOMETIMES.
C'mon buddy, move those hooves, I won't be able to hold on too long.
What was that "chomp"?
Hey, go away!
Wait! Come back! those fishermen will see me!

>The rope's still on the donkey, a few notes'll bring him back... without goats with any luck!
>A palm grove! I knew they'd take me somewhere.
>Better act natural...
>Hey kid, how far is Qarawh?
>Really far.
>Thanks.

>Azna!
>I forgot about her!
>I know, your mistress has sent you after me... but if you let me go once, why not do it again?
>I understand, I saved your life and you payed me in kind, so now we're square.
>But, I hope you haven't forgotten our kiss...
>You know I find you attractive both as a woman and as a panther.Simbad you sick furry bastard
>Ha, women are so easy to...
>Azna?
>Help!
>Sorcery!

>I... I transformed, and I wasn't in danger...
>Then, I'm free!
>Turabah! You've freed me from her spell!
>Really? I did?
>Only if I was kissed both in my woman and my panther form by the same man could break the spell that bound me to her.
>I'm free Turabah! I owe you nothing!
>Stop looking at that exhibitionist!
>I can now transform at will, and live as I please.
>And all thanks to me!
>We can't stay, you can't be the only one sent after me.
>And since we haven't been exactly discreet...

Sweet Talk is OP.

>You're right, let's go.
>We have to get you some clothing first.
>Are you ashamed of me?
>Not in the least! but...
>My nakedness should bother you less in my true form
>It's just that people tend to remember seeing a naked girl in the open.
>And a white panther too, while I'm at it.
>This girl is the magic being most precious I have...
>You still haven't found that thief!
>I beseech you mighty Turabah, give us more time...
>This sand clock contains a terrible pestilence that will aflict this town.
>And if you haven't found him before the last sand falls it will break!
>We are your servants, oh sorceress

>Widen the search! To the fiord! To the palm grove! To the desert!
>No one outsmarts Turabah.
>But...
>Azna!
>I feel the enchantment binding her to me fading!
>She's betrayed me! You've all betrayed me!
>By hades, know my wrath!
>May this pest consume you!

>Mercy!
>Some of you might survive.
>Those of you who do would do well to remember I expect results from those I ask their aid from.
>Curse you, damned witch!
>Let's go...
>I get cranky when I skip my breakfast.

THE PORT OF QARAWH NEVER SLEEPS, EVEN IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
>Turabah must have spies everywhere we should be discreet
>I would be more discreet naked tahn waring this noisy thing?
>I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything else. riiight
>But you look a lovely dancer
>And that will help us find a ship to Baghdad
>To Bagdad? why there?
>Because the best jewelmakers are there. And I hope one of them may tell me about a certain jewel...
>I don't what a ship has anything to do with these stupid bells
>Excuse me good man, where can I find the dancers market?
>Just down the street.
>If you're selling, you'll make a killing let me tell you.
>You... want to sell me?!
>As a start, yes.
>But...
>Don't worry, you'll think of something. wow dude, wow
SOMETIMES, THE RICH GET TIRED OF THE STATUES THAT ADORN THEIR HOMES, AND DANCERS ARE CONSIDERED A TYPE OF FURNITURE BOTH PLEASING TO THE EYE AS WELL AS TO OTHER SENSES.
>2,100 dinars!
>2,101 and a goat!

>This looks like a nice spot...
>There! You dance and I'll do the rest
>Dance?
>You know, shake your things and all that...
>Er...
>Gather round, gather round!
>Come and see the princess of the night!
>Admire this waist and her white hands! hear her wondorus tale!
>She fell from the heavens, her white hair is proof she's a daughter of the moon!
>Never shall you see such beauty again!
>Does your beauty dance?
>Move, do something or they'll leave.
>I could claw them if you like.
>You don't know how to dance? But you're a girl...
>No, i'm a panther that can turn into a girl, big difference.
>We're waiting!
>My garden's statues move better than she does!
>Next to the princess' dance, the favorites of the Sultan of Baghdad are but amateurs!
>But a terrible curse prohibits her from dancing while her mother watches... she can only dance for her master when the moon is out of the sky.
>And if she doesn't dance, does the princess do anything else? I mean, you know...
>Whoever takes her will not be dissapointed, she's a real panther under the sheets!
>Now that is how you know you get your money's worth.

>The tide's on our favor! get ready to sail!
>Aye aye captain!
>You take passengers?
>This is a galey ship, everyone rows or they don't bard
>I can pay
>Well that changes things, in that case it's 200 dinars and you still row.
>But, you're spared some whippings
>That's a rip-off!
>It's also the only ship in weeks that'll sail through the Tigris all the way to Baghdad.
>You're very lucky to have me as yout master you know?
>I know how to appreciate your cualities my moon princess
>I can't hear your bells anymore. what are you doing?

>Help! A panther ate my dancer! Her clothes are still in it's mouth!
>Come, I'll show you your post.
>I'll need two.
>You don't look that fat to need it.
>I'm traveling with a friend.
>Not anymore. We're raising anchors.
>Hold a moment! I...

>Since you payed your share, you get the seat with less splinters.
>Sinbad!
>Ah, Kazpar... what a coincidence!
>Glad to see you, last time we had our little exchange interrupted.
>Simbad...
>Excuse me, a friend reserved a seat for me...
>Huh?
>W... Where'd you come from?
>He's a little thin, messy haircut up to his shoulders
>Azna!
>This is too much.
>I'll go to my quarters.
>Have everyone row in silence.
>But Captain... Sailing with a woman on board is bad luck!
>I don't care!

>It'll be quite a journey Simbad, I'll kill you oh so very slowly while I do some very nasty things to this little harlot.
>I wouldn't advice that Kazpar.
>Hurrah Turabah!
>Splendid hit mistress!
>Ridiculous!
>You are upset...? But your victory is absolute...
>What victory?
>That rabble mocks me!
>I haven't had my revenge! Azna and that thief are still missing!

>My faithful servants, you're my last resource...
>The spell of Kinque?
>Oh, no!
>My lady, mercy!
>I want them to suffer...
>and not a little...
>...but plenty!
>passionately!
>madly!
>Oh Noooooo...!
>You shall be my eyes!
>Search every corner of the land!
>Only the one who finds them shall regain their human form!

AWAY FROM THE SPIRES AND PALACES THAT RISE ABOVE THE HILLS IS THE LOWER CITY, GOING ALONG THE EDGE OF THE RIVER, AMID THE MARSHES AND IT'S BUGS.
>Baghdad! End of the line! Everybody out!
>Ouch, my back! thank God for dry land after three weeks on board!
>This is Bagdad? doesn't smell very nice!
>Believe me, the stench would be worse if you could smell people's thoughts...

>Found you...
>Sir?
>Sir, we've arrived!
>You can come down now!
>Is she gone? Really? Are you sure?
>I know a little place that offers decent rooms for a reasonable price.
>Oh no!
>What is... Rhhh...!
>The pest! Turabah!
>Feels like acid... Through my veins!
>Help me get to the shelter!

>We'd like a room
>Hmm... your friend looks sick...
>Just had a little too much drink.
>Want the gold or not?
>Gold?
>I think we have the Sultan's Suite open.
>It's a little costly, but worth every coin.
>You're in luck, we just changed the furniture.
>Get us some fresh water and raw meat
>er... and some fruit
>My bag... music box... hurry...
>Leave... close to me... song... heal.
>Need... rest.

>All right girls! Graceful now, graceful! Don't forget, it's for the Caliph's honor!
>Bagdad will see you all in a once in a lifetime event girls! Show 'em what a harem's all about!
>Hmm, tasty...
>No, stop! you're ruining the set!
>Stop scaring my wives Djinn.
>You disrupt the plans for my birthday.

>And you keep wasting the fortune I've amassed for you Caliph Al-a-din.
>Festivities are no waste. I share my wealth with my people.
>There was a time when you cared for them genie, and must I remind you I own you?
>Oh mighty Caliph, the program for your 60th birthday needs some finishing touches...
>Must I deal with these details?
>It's just that... you know what's best for the people...
>And since your popularity has been rather low lately.
>Very well... I'm listening.
>After your wives parade, there'll be a procession of a thousand snake charmers, followed by the sword-eaters...
>But we still don't have a price for the knife throwing competition.
>Choose something from the vault, I care not what.
>You are generous my lord, the people shall remember this.
>No wait... I have a better idea.
>There's been rumors abound that I'm nothing but the Djinn's puppet.
>The people will see who's in charge...
>So the prize shall be one wish granted.
>And you'll make it happen Djinn.
>What?! you'd give my services for anyone? even to a... peasant?
>Enough. I have spoken.

BAGDAD'S MARKET OCCUPIES TWO THIRDS OF THE CITY, KNIFE SELLERS AND SHARPENERS ARE MAKING A FORTUNE AS THE CALIPH'S BIRTHDAY DRAWS NEARER...
... WHILE A CERTAIN GIRL HAS SPENT THE LAST THREE DAYS VISITING EVERY PHARMACY AND HERBALIST'S SHOP.
>Does this remedy truly curse any ailment?
>All of them.
>It's a secret recipe passed down by generations, a true panacea.
>Then, could it even heal the pest?
>The pest?! The pest has hit Bagdad?!
>No, no, not at all! It was just a rhetorical question...
>Back! Don't touch me!

>Sinbad?
>I found another remedy. Maybe this one'll help.
>Fshhh! I hate spiders!
>You'll end up killing my patient with your snakeoils.
>I'm barely able to keep him alive with my song...
>You can talk?!
>Of course I can talk! I'm a muse, not some cheap apparition!
>Your buddy here's dying.
>Dying? No!
>I can't heal ailments of magical origins. Only slow their advance, sooner or later...
>I've always been alone, I never thought I would care so much for someone else...
>And a human no less!
>Oh Simbad! What will I do without you?
>There may be a way though...

>Another way?
>You've been seeing him die for two days and you didn't say anything?!
>It comes with a price girl.
>I'm not going to reveal my secrets just for prettyboy here.
>Even if he's nice to look at without those blisters...
>He's mine! tfw no werepanther waifu to claim you for her own
>Right, keep him then, what I want is something else...
>Talk.
>I want a new place.
>What?!
>This box sucks. It's too tiny and the furniture's horrible! I want to move out.
>I could arrange that.
>Get me an abode worthy of my rank and I'll reveal to you a way that may save your sailor.

BEHIND THE PARTING POINT OF ALL CARAVANS IS THE METALSMITHS AND THE TOYMAKERS DISTRICT.
>Slowly Selim... slooowly.
>It's quite fragile, you must be very careful.
>This one?
>You kidding? It's a mousetrap!
>Can I help you?
>My... friend is looking for a new house.
>Your friend?
>Yes, me, you cretin!
>Show us your best lodgings, the price won't be a problem!
>Er... well... of course... there's this...
>Yeah... doesn't seem too bright...
>Normally the dolls don't complain...
>But if you need more light, there's this.
>Pffft, no privacy.

>Make up your mind! Simbad grows weaker by the moment!
>Ok, ok, fine. That one in the back, the one with minarets, that looks nice.
>Scherezade's palace! Need anything else?
>No, thank you.
>Hold your horses! I'll need some furniture!
>What colors do you have for cushions? They need to match the drapes...
>The white girl in the Sultan's Suite is real pretty!
>Her skin's color's weird, but her gold's good enough.
>I too have gold and it's yours if you give me a spare key to her room. whadda ya say...? har, har, har...
>Yeah?
>Want some tea?
>He's convulsing!

>Hurry! Tell me how to heal him and start singing! He's getting worse!
>Right...
>You have to capture seven spiders during the day and put them in a basket and come nightfall you'll sing with me.
>They'll knit Asclepius' healing veil.
>At dawn, with the first ray of sunlight you put the veil on the patient's face and it'll absorb the pest's curse...
>...hopefully.
>Hurry, Simbad won't hold out for long
>The sun will set in two more hours, there's still time...
>... Spiders! Brrr!
>Oh I almost forgot...
>...we only have one shot at this, panther girl.

>There's plenty of spider in granaries and barns...
>Oh oh.
>Caught?
>No, still safe...
>Mommy is it normal for a cat to be bigger than me?
>No sweety, that's a camel.
>C'mon, where are you?
>There's one...
>...Oh, I just can't!

>Be strong! I have to be... for Sinbad!
>The basket!
>Hiii! It's climbing!
>One... It's hideous!
>No web this time...
>Gotta hurry! The sun's setting!
>Courage...
>Hellooo? You there kitty?

>the sun'll set any moment now. I hope you've made it in time panther girl.
>you scared of spiders?
>You just have to put them in here, then you can play with me.
>Ready to play?
>Some other time boy, I have no time today
>We... well...
>I also like looking at naked ladies.

>I made it.
>Get some of his hair in the basket.
>Some of it? Better take plenty, to be safe...
>Now, sing along with me...

>The sun's up...
>The spiders are dying!
>They've finished their task, the veil is done.
>Put it on Simbad's face
>Please heal my love...
>A... Ayah...?oh boy...
>Eh? who's that?
>Sofia... Aicha... Chirina... Jade... Karima... Aziza...BOI
>Hi, hi, looks like you're not on his mind...
>What do you mean? Simbad, who's the most important woman in your life?
>Mother?!
>He doesn't think about me, after all I've don for him.
>Those are his women, to him you're just a really big cat, not a big deal.

>I thought he liked me as a woman...
>What? Girl have you looked in a mirror?
>Big yellow eyes! A stick with no hips!
>A flat ass and no juicy lips! Who'd want to kiss you?
>He did!
>Doesn't surprise me he hasn't done it more than once.
>I never cared about my looks, I only morphed into a woman to mingle with humans safely.
>I guess I could work on my shape-shifting...
>Maybe you should.
>Thirsty...
>He's awake!
>The veil absorbed his ailment!
>I had a weird dream...
>Azna?!
>Here.
>Don't move, you're still weak.
>Azna? Is that you? You're...
>There's something different... about you...
>Did you get a haircut?

MEANWHILE...
>If you want something done gotta do it yourself
>Well, at least there's good bakers in Bagdad.
>Might as well get one or two to replace the ones I've lost.
>Ahhh! Baghdad!
>What a pleasure to smell your reeking streets again!
>Thank you for everything, Azna...
>I really thought I was a goner.
>What's this...?
>Hey, give back that knife!
>What's wrong with you?! We're in the middle of the street!
>Sorry, the tournament approaches and I need to train.
>Tournament?
>For the Caliph's birthday. His Djinn will grant one wish to whoever wins the knife throwing tournament!
>No problem telling you about it, there's not a single knife left for sale in Baghdad.
>I took my mother-in-law's, but she'll forgive me when I win.

>Thanks for the information friend, we'll be extra careful
>C'mon Azna.
>Hey! What about my knife?
>A wish from the genie... that's all it takes the whole city to go crazy!
>Meanwhile, let's see the jewel-makers, I need some answers about that necklace!
>Why not win the tournament instead?
>You mean... to answer my question?
>Instead of launching yourself in some complicated investigation, you could just ask the Djinn to find your parents for you.
>Easier than going through every jeweler in the city
>But not less dangerous
>Just try.
>Why not? But I'm a little rusty, gonna need some practice.