Giving Fantasia: The Taking Fantasia Sequel

Chapter 34: Confusing

Chapter 34: Confusing

"Well that was confusing."

Sinbad was confused. That didn't happen often. Sure, he was a fanatic adventurer with an unhealthy proclivity for near death experiences. But Sinbad was smart. And he did not understand anything Pitch, Captain Hook, or Ruber had just said. Something about The King? Something about a prophecy? Something about The King's resurrection? Something about a screwy sword in a screwy stone? 

Confusing.

Furthermore, Sinbad did not understand why they had dragged two more casualties aboard : a teenage girl and magician. Neither were armed. Neither were threatening. They were just dead weight. 

Confusing.

"Yeah." Sinbad repeated. "Ya lost me, bruh. That was confusing."

Pitch folded his hands. Sinbad reclined. He had quickly learned that getting too close to Pitch triggered nightmares. Moreover, the nightmares reoccurred.

Sinbad shuddered. Since Pitch had boarded The Princess, he had been dreaming about his son. Sinbad would wake in the middle of the night to sound of his son screaming, begging him not to go. The memory haunted Sinbad. Plus, it was cutting into his beauty sleep.

"Confusing?" Pitch puckered mockingly. "Poor Sinbad. Tell me, what don't you understand? After all, you are sponsoring this little jaunt."

Sinbad rolled his eyes.

"If I were sponsoring, we'd be hijacking straight to Figi. Sunscreen and bikinis baby."

"Well we are not. We are sailing to Fantasia. So I will ask again." Pitch repeated. "What don't you understand, Sinbad?"

"It's Captain." corrected Sinbad.

"Mutinied." re-corrected Ruber.

"Get on with it." said Captain Hook.

"All right! Fine!" Sinbad pulled his face. He made a mental note to kill Ruber someday. 

"Testy, testy. Okay, let me get this straight. Pitch – you pop out of a creepy whirlpool with Hook's zombie army. You were bamboozled by the Otherland guardians in the Dark Ages, BUT you mystically came back to life via the shadows mixed inside the creepy whirlpool. SO, you hate the Otherland guardians and decided that they gotta go. Savvy?"

"So far." said Pitch. He sounded bored.

Sinbad leaned against the quarterdeck bulkwark. Below, waves hissed under the ship's rudder.

"Solid. Okay next: As a conglomerate of shadows, you were trapped inside the whirlpool BY Fantasia's four guardians and boy king. ERGO – you hate Fantasia, Fantasia's guardians, and Fantasia's king who is currently reigning because he pulled sword from a stone. You decided that they ALSO  gotta go. Savvy, savvy?"

Pitch bristled, angered by the memory. "Correct."

"Okay. Now here's the part I don't understand." Sinbad pressed his eyebrow. "You parade around my ship, announcing a vendetta against 'a king with a magical sword.' You neglect to provide name and country of said king. SO, Ruber misunderstands – shocker by the way – and kills our king, The King of the Otherland like the scum-sucking-scallywag he is."

Sinbad paused to stick  his tongue at Ruber (He was feeling juvenile). After Ruber attempted to cut his tongue off, Sinbad continued.

"However, when ALL hope for revenge is lost, you happen chance upon a magical prophesy!"