The Book of Peace

Setting Sails

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Third Person P.O.V

Sinbad's ship sails out of the harbor of Syracuse, Rat igniting a torch. He leaps down from his post after lighting a lantern above, and swings himself using a rope with ease.

He swings past another lantern, lighting it up as he passes by it and the crew working to organize their cargo. Rat leaps over the bow, lighting a lantern hanging on the beam above and swinging near Kale.

Kale holds up his lantern, Rat lighting it as Kale lets out a hum of thought while he looks over a map.

He turns to Sinbad, whose gaze was focused on a lone star in the horizon.

"So... any idea how we actually get to Tartarus?" Kale questions, moving the map over to Sinbad.

"Tartarus?" Sinbad repeats, scoffing. "Oh, no, no, no, no. People get killed in Tartarus!"

Kale's brow raises as he gestures to the map. "So, where are we going?"

Sinbad grins, slamming his own map over Kale's and revealing islands.

"Fiji!" he confidently says, setting his hands on his hips.

"... Fiji. This time of year?" Kale demands.

"Think of the beaches," Sinbad places his hands behind his neck, like he was lounging.

"Oh, beautiful," Kale sarcastically speaks, imitating swatting at a bug. "If you like mosquitoes."

Sinbad huffs. "Think of the sun!"

"It's monsoon season," Kale replies with exasperation.

"Oh, then the women," Sinbad sighs, Kale staring at him blankly as he sets his hand on his shoulder.

"They're cannibals, Sinbad."

"Exactly." Sinbad snickers, wagging his brows.

Kale lets out a sigh, shaking his head and groaning in disappointment as he turns away.

Sinbad follows with a frown. "Come on, Kale!"

"He's your friend!" Kale snaps firmly with disapproval, turning to Sinbad.

He rolls his eyes, using his hand to imitate talking. "Listen to you. You sound like my mother. Proteus will be fine."

Kale sets his hands on his hips, his brow raised. "You're sure of that?"

"You and I both know Dymas is not going to let them execute his only son," Sinbad replies, shaking his head.

"So, we're running away?"

"We're retiring! We don't need another score, we've got enough!" Sinbad firmly says, sighing and gesturing to the map. "Now, set a course for Fiji."

Kale rolls his eyes but complies, turning the wheel as Sinbad addresses the crew.

"Gentlemen! We're heading to Fiji!"

Spike barks happily as the crew cheers, chanting 'Fiji' in excitement while Sinbad makes his way down to his quarters.

"Kale... And the Book!" Sinbad grumbles to himself in frustration. "Proteus!"

He huffs, opening the door to his room and freezing with wide eyes at the sight in front of him. (Y/N) and Marina were both in his room with normal garb on, (Y/N) looking around with fascination as Marina seems to scrutinize the room with a frown, clearly not appreciating that it belonged to a thief.

"Whoa, look at this!" (Y/N) breathes out in awe, looking over the skeleton in Sinbad's room.

Marina walks over, tapping her chin. "It can't be real."