The Seven Sea's Aren't The Only Things I've Conquered

The Seven Sea's Aren't The Only Things I've Conquered


 

Shortly after arriving on Sindria's shore, Alibaba, Aladdin, Morgiana and Hakuryū, had been told that there would be a celebration held in their honour of completing the dungeon, Zagan.

In the midst of the conversation between Sindria's King and his company, a disturbance cut through the chatter and paused the royal hospitalities. Shortly after the sound of a few caravans easing up outside the hotel, a figure cloaked from head to toe sauntered into main space and headed straight for the reception desk at the far end of the room. “Do you have any free rooms?”

All the man could do was gawk under the pressure of not only the stature of the new guest, but also the clear authority within their voice.

“Well?” The patron asked again as their hand rested on the wooden worktop.

Another employee scurried across the open marble space littered with people enjoying the fast flowing alcohol and upbeat music. “Y-yes, we have a room for you.” Bowing his head apologetically, the second man gestured an upturned palm to the person still shrouded in cream coloured silk. “Your luggage?”

Glancing back over their shoulder, a hand peeked out from under the cloak and made a subtle scooping motion towards the direction of the main door that had been left open. Alas, men, one right after the other, filed in carrying ornate wood and leather trunks. It was quite a sight, that was for sure.

“My stay will be for quite some time so I'll pay my board now.” Pulling a black pull-string pouch out into the open, the guest took a handful of golden coins from their hiding place and held out the fist of currency for the keeper. “If you would, please have some alcohol sent up.”

A grip on fine silk sent its owner on to the defensive and dashing backwards but it was already too late. In one fluid motion the cloak had been snatched clean of the body it surrounded. It didn't really matter that a scarred hand blatantly gripped the sword clinging to the right hand side to the woman as their pair 'faced off'. The fact was that the newest guest now crouched in wait for an attack as others looked on in wonder.

Leering his head forward, the apparent king cooed joyfully. “Uh-wah~”

“Sin!” Jafar gawked at the scene his friend was causing.

“I knew it.” Grinning like he's just won something, Sinbad eyed the true appearance that had hid beneath the cloth now dangling in his hand. “If you're going to go around dressing in this,” He shook the item playfully as he advanced towards the buxom woman. “then forgetting the perfume may be a good idea too.”

Straightening up and coughing a laugh, the female took a step forward and held her hand out expectantly. “I've met some barbaric men in my time, but never has one actually ripped my clothes off in front of so many people before.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, the sovereign continued to keep his light tone. “I thought it would be rude if I just went up to you and asked to see what you were wearing underneath.”

“Oh yes, because tearing strangers clothes off is much more admirable.” Raising an eyebrow with a smirk, the female unravelled her outerwear from her conversations hand and set off up the grand stairway without another word.

 

Sinbad had returned to the nest of cushions he and his companions were occupying once the female had strode out of sight. Picking up the jug that had already been refilled for him, the man hummed to himself.

Wiping a hand over his face, his faithfully worrisome friend whined. “Why can you not behave yourself?”

Beaming, Sinbad brought his hands up in a cupping motion. “Well, did you see her?”

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Jafar reigned in his dismay. “No, and neither did you until you publicly undressed her.” He finished with prodding the table in the middle of the group and sat back in a huff.

“Don't make it sound so bad.” Flapping his hand, the King waved his empty jug as a sign he wanted his umpteenth refill.

Still lounging back, the white haired boy thought there was no point to keep up the formalities whilst his highness was in such a mood. “You should really learn to control yourself around women.”

Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, Sinbad blinked. “I do have control. I could have followed her to her room.” He matter of facted.

“You are really terrible.”

“I was curious though...” Alibaba started carefully, as if to not make the ashen haired man blow his fuse entirely. “How did you know she was a woman?”

“Listen, Alibaba...” Bringing the newly filled drink to his lips, Sinbad smirked into it. “When you've been around women as long as I have---”

“He smelt her perfume – Like an animal.” Jafar coughed, regardless to how it may have sounded. “Take note in order to not pick up such bad habits. The only reason he hasn't been arrested is because he's a walking, talking legend.”

“And that a woman would never so such a thing as to hand me over. After all, the Seven Sea's aren't the only thing I have conquered.”

“See? Animal...” Jarfar swayed an outstretched hand to proved his point.

Updated: 8th February 2013 - 05:49