All language subtitles for Sinbad the Sailor

Sinbad the Sailor.

Know me, O brothers,
for the truth of my words.

And by the ears of the prophet,
every word I've spoken is truth.

There before me on that desolate
island lay a rounding object...

...white as marble,
mountainous before my eyes.

It was the egg of that giant
bird sometimes called the rukh.

Now, all of a sudden,
imagine if you will...

...the clamor of wings
of such a magnitude...

...the sky was curtained
by their darkness.

I seized a great rock

a tiny joker of a pygmy daring
thunder with a pebble.

Predestined was my fate.

I awaited, doomed.

A quick envelopment
within that mammoth beak...

...a painful voyaging
down the monstrous gullet...

...oblivion within the cavern
of that stygian craw.

But no.

Wondrous, wondrous,
this miracle of motherhood.

The rukh, dear brothers, came
merely to nest upon her egg.

So you fastened yourself to the
leg of this flying monster...

...and were borne safely back
home again to Persia.

True.

And that is the tale
of your second voyage.

-You've recited it many times.
-Quite true.

All the seven voyages
are multiplied...

...like seven echoes returning
to the tongue of their master.

And what astonishing voyages.
Ha-ha-ha.

Well, why not astonishing?

Sinbad is an astonishing sailor.

Voyager, traveler,
citizen of the several seas.

Honorary wazir
to the king of Wak.

Plenipotentiary
to the court of Samarkand.

Anointed first mariner of the
realm by the king of kings...

-...our caliph of Baghdad.
-Is that all?

Well, isn't that enough
for a nobody from nowhere?

A poor seaman who couldn't even
remember his beginnings?

No, that isn't all.

There are many titles
and many glories.

The lesser ones I've forgotten.

But there's one
I shall never forget.

Prince of Deryabar.

Deryabar?

No such place exists.

Never did I hear of it.

Deryabar.

The island of the mountain
and the star.

Look you, if you will,
at the medallion of Deryabar.

Look closely, for once it was
worn by Alexander the Great.

Read, you who can read,
the magic words...

...that make a story
for all true believers.

In the eighth month,
the winds are willing.

No one has heard the story
of my eighth voyage.

From that sailing,
I've just returned.

Would you care
to be astonished by it?

Yes, Sinbad.

And you, my friend?

Yes.

Well, in the eighth month
of a year long ago...

...a mighty conqueror
of sea and land...

...carried his plunder in ships
to hide on an obscure island.

He was a westerner,
called by our historians

Alexander the Great.

Far easterly across the sea
in the land of Indus...

...there was, as you know,
a powerful emir of Daibul...

...who was plagued
by the malady of many rulers.

The possession of power
only made him sad.

Could he but find
the gold of Alexander...

...how many kingdoms
would be his?

The usual urge, no doubt.

In the mirror of his ambition,
he saw not himself...

...but the face of a female,
who lived betimes in Basra...

...this very town of ours.

A two-faced female
if you choose...

...her face and her face
of the mirror.

Had you studied both faces, you
would know, as I was to know...

...that her emir of Daibul
was a great ruler to her...

...only because he was
the greatest ruler...

...she had thus far
been privileged to meet.

But let's not dwell ungently
on the frailties of woman.

Only the men of this tale
give me displeasures

without pleasures.

There was a worldly one
called Melik...

...who sought out wise men...

...to learn the whereabouts
of Alexander's treasure.

Who dreamt never
of maidens' caresses.

His heart was serene,
and his purpose high.

All he wanted of life was
to hold the Earth in his arms.

Ah. No man could name
the many men

who hungered after that secret.

But I could tell you of one
without shape or substance.

A spirit of evil...

...known only as Jamal...

...who ransacked
the cabin of a ship.

Jamal.

Faceless...

...formless...

...like a genie from a jug...

...on a ship that was marked
for death by storm.

Unless the hand of Allah
would spare her...

...for Sinbad the Sailor...

...and his old mate Abbu.

Look.

The fishermen.

They want that salvage prize.

Can you see her name?

The Prince Ahmed.

She's beautiful.

Too beautiful to die.

Hold course for Basra.

She's ours by law of salvage.

They're making her fast
to the quay.

All our plans have become fact,
Sinbad.

What a fine sum she'll bring.

Remember the camels
we planned to buy?

Traders of the good safe land
forever.

Keep watch. Don't let the
thieving beach-rats come aboard.

Oh, there won't be any trouble.
I told them she was a craft...

...of the devil.
Demons dancing on the dead.

Every plank and seam reeking
with Satan's plague. Ha-ha-ha!

You don't think it's true?

The crew died of poisoned
drinking water, nothing more.

I wasn't alarmed about it.

But we'll sell her as quickly
as possible, won't we?

Sinbad.

Sinbad.

Why do you say "Sinbad"
like that?

Destiny. This baggala.

Prince Ahmed, a royal seal.

This was mine before
my memory began.

Destiny. Destiny. Ha-ha!

Prince Ahmed. Prince Ahmed.

Are you sure?

No.

No.

But the chart might
tell us everything.

At least where
the ship came from.

What chart?

It was there.

They weren't all dead men
on this ship.

-Somebody's been in this cabin.
-Did you examine it closely?

No, I didn't see. I...

Only one word do I remember.

Deryabar.

Deryabar.

Deryabar. The treasure isle
of Alexander.

I've heard that fable before.
There's no such place.

But, Sinbad, we have a ship
to sell.

Just think. Camels, caravans.

What she means to me.

Who can tell
what she might mean to me?

Hear ye the word
of Hassan-Ben-Hassan...

...khan, keeper of
the Port of Basra...

...ordaining to be sold
at public auction...

...the salvaged baggala,
Prince Ahmed.

Holding an auction.
Holding an auction.

Holding an auction here.

The khan's auctioneer
is selling our ship.

The dropsical elephant.

You're chanting a song
of thieves, auctioneer.

Could you but sing
so sweet a profit, Sinbad.

I've just sold a debtor's house
for 30,000 dinars.

My tithes are better than
the ship you fail to own.

I'll go to Baghdad.

I'll petition the caliph.

-You, you, you--
-You what?

You.

The law declares
this ship is ours.

The law is changed, Sinbad.

Impossible. Who could change it?

I could. I did.

Such a shabby law
for such a rich baggala.

Why, you--

Salaam, O khan of Basra.

Salaam.

Most graciously rendered.

You move me to benevolence.

I shall grant you one-fifth
the auction price.

One-fifth?

By Allah, I believe
you are wearing...

...certain contents
of that ship.

Accept my bounty or I shall have
you peeled as an orange.

O munificent khan...

...what if there be no bids
for this unhappy baggala?

Then she might serve to carry
your unscrupulous carcass...

...from Basra.

If there be no bids...

...I will certify her
to you as worthless.

May Allah enlarge you.

Ohh...

I share your concern,
Captain Sinbad.

What if there are no bids?

- The Prince Ahmed.
- The Prince Ahmed.

A royal baggala
with a royal name.

Built of the hardwood
of the Indies.

Sound as the Earth
from mast to keel.

Five--

Five thousand bundles
would not fill her hold.

Who will make me an offer,
my lords? Who will say, uh...

...ten thousand dinars?

10,000, 10,000.

Who'll say 10,000 for this
priceless baggala...

...worth more than gold itself?

She is a fine baggala.

Ten thousand dinars, my lords...

...for the ship
to make a palace blush.

Who will offend me
with an offer?

Ah, were this purse all mine...

...I'd give you rivalry
for the glory of the seas.

- What, no bids? No bids?
- I--

Since when has Basra been
blind to a bargain?

Come, come closer.

Feast your eyes on the fairest
beauty afloat. Ha-ha.

O merchants of Basra...

...are you modern men?

Or are you steeped in the moldy
ignorance of ancient days?

Nay, nay, I'd vow the wisdom
of the ages belongs in Basra.

True, in superstitious Zafa...

...they would not buy this
gallant craft...

...but you would.

In that gaunt port, they speak
of curses in mysterious form.

They hold the childish fear
of death.

No, no.

I laugh, as you laugh,
at their primeval beliefs.

Holding an auction,
holding an auction.

Has ill-fate or devil's
pestilence...

...made this baggala
less seaworthy?

Have her golden lintels
lost their sheen...

...because Satan
breathed on them?

I think it not so.

I, who have seen the swollen
faces of her dead...

...am not intimidated.

Verily, I tell myself...

...strong men could cast
the demons from this ship...

...and perhaps survive.

Holding an auction,
holding an auction.

Voices of the strong,
where are you?

Bid, bid, bid!

Stay, stay, stay, my lords.

Speak your own price.

Five thousand?

Three thousand?

Any thousand?

No bids.

No bids?

- No sale.
- And no camel, no caravan.

You're not a very skillful
seller.

We'll go to the khan,
and we'll claim the ship.

Even that would require
a transfer fee.

We haven't one small coin
between us.

Have you lost your faith
in Sinbad?

No bids, no bids for this bark
to make the gods jealous?

For this queen of the seas?
Who will say 1000 dinars?

- One thousand, one thousand.
- Ha-ha-ha!

One thousand.

One thousand.

One thousand is bid...

...by a flower of womanhood.

Oh, no, no, no.

O voice of heaven. Why "no, no"?

I must have that ship.

- Two thousand.
- Three thousand.

Three thousand.
I hear three thousand.

Praise Allah.
You heard that, didn't you?

Sell it to her. Kindly, quickly.

Blessed day. My scorn has never
been so great.

Four thousand.

Five thousand.

Six thousand.

Six thousand is a good price,
let's admit it.

Ten thousand dinars.

Eleven thousand.

There must be lovelier tasks
for you at home.

Impudence gains nothing.

What of the neglected husband?
No little ones to care for?

Try the tail of a hare
beneath your pillow.

Fifteen thousand dinars.

Sixteen thousand. Bid again
and I'll pluck your tongue...

...for a tulip.

You're making my sentiment
costly.

Eighteen thousand dinars.

Twenty thousand.
What's your sentiment?

Rubies on her figurehead,
silk of her sails?

Go home and I'll send them.

The name of the vessel
is all I pay for.

The Prince Ahmed.

You couldn't send me a dream,
could you?

Or perhaps you could,
Your Highness.

Highness?

Are you not the prince
of Deryabar?

Yes, yes, to be sure.

Twenty thousand dinars.
I am offered 20,000 dinars.

I await. I await. I await.

Will my lady say 21,000?
Will my lady say 21,000?

-Twenty-one--?
-Please.

Please say it.

How often the dream itself
seeks out the dreamer?

Even a prince can dream?

He can dream of sailing
in your eyes.

-Puddles of loneliness.
-Seas of delight.

Ah, let me dream.

Night breeze whispering
it's way to your heart...

...little sails gently
swelling...

On a ship prettily
improved by a woman?

Wine and pomegranates
on the quarter deck?

Fruit is sweet.

My ship is your ship.

But now I must return to my
house in the street...

...of the three moons.

The house with the tower...

...that a blind man could
scarcely fail to find.

I sit alone in the sixth hour
of the night...

...in my garden and meditate.

At the sixth hour...

...I will invade
a lady's meditation.

Until tonight, O prince.

Until tonight.

"O prince."

"O prince."

You've ruined us.

All bids in?

The baggala Prince Ahmed
sold for 20,000 dinars...

...to Sinbad the Sailor.

Some money in hand
is customary...

...for the good faith
of a purchase.

All money in hand
will be required of you.

-Money?
-The baggala, the baggala.

You just bought her, didn't you?

No money...

...no certificate of sale.

Oh, money?

Lend me 20,000 dinars.

-I lend you 20,000 what?
-A trifling sum. Pay him.

But with what? With shells?

-Pay or never speak to me.
-But I--

Parsimonious pinchgut.
An hour ago...

...I saw the monies which you
attempt to conceal from me.

Just as you thought you saw
a chart that wasn't there.

Miser.

Oh. Ohh!

Oh, you mean this money?
This old money.

- Naturally.
- Wait, wait. You pay too much.

-We have plenty of it. Plenty.
-It's all yours.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

Sealed by the caliphate,
the ship is yours, Sinbad.

-But you're kind.
-We're both kind.

You sell me my own ship...

...and I pay you
in your own coin of the realm.

An auction has been held.

Oh, why doesn't he come?

If he waits much longer,
no one will be here.

Would the great emir
mind the waiting...

...if my lady brought him
the secret of Deryabar?

What chance to buy a secret,
when I saw bidding against me...

...the richest man in the world.

Perhaps my lady wastes her
blooms on the emir of Daibul.

Perhaps.

Daibul. Daibul.

Bird of evil.

Go home to your evil master.

Go home.

You liked the look
of your prince?

Almost too princely
for a prince.

More like some silken trader
that knows his way to a bargain.

He'll bring you fine gifts,
no doubt.

It's customary.

Why should I tell our emir...

...anything I might learn
of Deryabar?

If I could pry its secret
from Prince Ahmed...

...I'd hold the key of keys.

I could make Sheba
look like a frump.

I believe his retinue
approaches.

Please, please forget her.

I promised the lady a sailing.

She only thinks you have money.

That subject will soon cease
to embarrass us.

She knows of the treasure
of Alexander.

If I can draw her secrets
from her...

...we'll own 10,000 ships
and 20,000 camels.

Great owner of many ships...

...a danik for the blind.

O mighty possessor
of ships and caravans.

Pinch-purse. Tight of fist.

May Allah wither your hand.

Beware the shoals.

Bear south, brothers.

Bear south.

Bear south.

- South? South?
- Bear south, brother.

Well, which way's south?

Come on, come on,
this way is south.

-Prince Ahmed?
-Yes.

You come unattended?

Conveniently so, my lady.

You may present yourself.

Your Highness...

...Shireen of Baghdad...

...seventh daughter
of Sheik Ali of Kurdistan.

Yallah! Was that blood-drinking
brigand your father?

Ha-ha! You'll need some breaking
to the bridle.

Ohh.

Burning bright.

O prince with seaman's
manners...

...a veil is drawn
more gracefully...

...when lowered by its owner.

I no longer own this hand nor
heart. They are both yours.

Both empty, Your Highness?

Not filled with earthly
offerings, that is true...

...but bearing gifts
of precious dreams.

Yea, far more precious than your
diamonds and pearls from Daibul.

Daibul?

How could you know?

Oh, I know all goods and
markets. Don't ask hows or whys.

So would any silken trader
in bright garments.

And so would Prince Ahmed,
who knows all ports...

...and all the islands
of the sea.

You'll sail with me?

Where?

In what direction
is your course?

Toward Deryabar, beloved.

Which course would you prefer?

The prince of Deryabar
asks me of courses to Deryabar?

Or are you the prince
of Deryabar?

Sweet torturer. When I looked at
the rose in your face...

...I was numbed
from eye to thigh.

Forgetting...
Forgetting pleasing words.

Of words you have great
substance...

...but I doubt if you own
the bones in your own skin.

Hear me, Shireen.

Oh, hear me.

I, who could
give you everything, wished...

Wished only to give you
a gift from my heart.

Has any man given you a rose,
Shireen?

Not since I lived
in the brown hills.

Has any man told you
that gold is a clod?

That jewels are but pebbles
from the earth?

That true wealth is here,
above and all around...

...for man and woman together?

My princess.

A prince and princess...

...could be together
in a palace.

Yea, in a palace,
sky-tall of dome...

...lighted by the lamps
of the stars.

Were you ever becalmed
in the sea of Oman?

The loneliness is wondrous
when one isn't quite alone.

The fog...

...is wine.

The sun is my gold.

I've wanted no other.

I understand.

Then we'll sail?

I don't know.

On a ship from nowhere
with the prince of the unknown?

He'd never crush the rose.
He'd keep it blooming.

Please. Let me think.

You couldn't understand what
glories of the East...

...I'd be forsaking.

They'd mean nothing
to one who has everything...

...yet wants nothing
but the love of living.

No.

My faults are too many.

Faults?

You have none.

-Selfishness, greed.
-Oh...

Hear me, O prince.

For your own life's sake,
come never to me again.

Leave your ship in the harbor,
do not sail it ever.

What eyes did you invite
to watch us?

None. I waited for you alone.

I emptied the house
to leave Basra.

For Daibul?

Daibul?

What face did I see
in the window?

Face? I don't know.

Jamal! Jamal!

Jamal?

Quite a cockahoop in
Three Moons Street, weren't you?

Rather a shock to you
to find you've shipped...

...with iron hand Abbu, huh?

You'll learn this
is no rose garden.

You'll discover
who's master here.

Where to, captain?
Where are we bound?

I couldn't make it known in port
but the lady of the street...

...of three moons
warned of disaster...

...if we sailed
this ship at all.

A charming time to tell me.

When we clear the gulf,
set a course for Daibul.

That nest of sea serpents?

Honest ships give it
a wide berth.

Daibul's emir lives
on the blood of the sea.

I searched every shadow
of Basra for her.

Perhaps when we reach Daibul
we'll meet her again.

I wish you'd stop saying "we."

-We share and share alike.
-Thank you.

I give you full title
to anything you may receive...

...from future wielders
of knives.

All the more reason to believe
she knows something of Deryabar.

Any who would plan
to take its treasure...

...would first attempt to remove
its prince and heir.

Prince, heir.

You've convinced yourself,
haven't you?

That's the convenience of being
unknown to oneself.

One can choose
one's own destiny.

The son of the king of Deryabar
as readily as a pauper's son.

In finding her,
I may even find myself.

As well as the treasure
of Alexander.

Jamal!

Jamal!

Jamal! Jamal!

Jamal, Jamal.

What did this Jamal look like?

How do I know? I didn't see him.

Any one of them could be...

Yes, a sweet-scented flock
of question marks.

Where did you find them?

In the hiring street at Basra.

Are you so thirsty?

But we might want a drink of
water before we reach Daibul.

Well, I could leave that stuff
alone, if you can.

Which do you consider
the most useless?

The ship's barber.

He sits like a toad
while the others work.

And on my stern castle.

Do you find my stern castle
comfortable?

Eminently so.

A drink for his eminence.

My captain is kind.

My barber is swollen
with majesty.

Each morning, I shall bring him
a cup of water...

...before I drink.

Such a kindness sweetens
a poor man's memories.

I, Abd-El-Melik,
was not always a barber.

Once, when the moon
of my fortunes rode high...

...I was a physician
in the courts of kings.

Then cure yourself, physician.

The water may be poisoned.

Ship astern.

An armed dromond.

She has a ram
like a tiger's tooth.

And a tower to hurl
the fire of the Greeks.

With her speed,
she could so easily overtake us.

Can you see
the dromond's banner?

When your captain speaks,
answer.

She wears no colors, captain.

Nonsense, all ships bear
identity.

-It's the law of the sea.
-Law?

What law is stronger
than strength?

Jamal!

Jamal.

Your Highness doesn't wish
to follow her?

Not quite so apparently.
Steer athwart her wake.

Stay beyond the eyes
of her lookout.

If she tries to return to Basra,
we'll blockade her course.

Eventually, she'll need
provisions and water.

Daibul is her only
convenient port.

Jamal. Jamal.

Keep that name out of your beak.

Where have the winds
been coursing you, my ugliness?

-Welcome home.
-Your Highness--

Stand not by the sword, Muallin.

The place of loyal men
is at my left.

Our emir isn't afraid for me
to sit at his right?

Afraid?

You are my right hand.

My right hand
holding the secrets of Persia...

...while my left,
glory to Islam...

reaches for the kingdoms
of the Hindi.

Stay close to me, beloved.

We'll ride the world
like an elephant.

Why should my lord
want more power?

I believe the happiest man
I ever knew...

...was little more
than a vagabond.

He loved ships and sailing.

It made one happy
just to be with him.

Who was this man?

What should it matter to one so
great, O shaker of the Earth?

There's been a change in you
since you left Persia.

Remember, only the steel in your
blood has made you of use to me.

Steel, Your Highness?

Oh, how sad for you if your
march of conquest...

...ever took you
to my Kurdish hills.

My father would have made
a death mask of your dreams.

I prefer you as an ally.

When you failed to buy baggala
with its charts, I had doubts.

Could I know you were
fishing for Prince Ahmed...

...to land him
in my net at Daibul?

How could you?

Unless you were spying.

Ha! Allah forbid.
I don't distrust you.

Your snow-capped heart
is fortress enough.

Even in springtime, Mafi?

Even in the month of roses.

Shireen, in Daibul
they're weaving a queen's robe.

It's for you to choose
whether or not you put it on.

If you choose to wear it...

...I'll know that paradise
is in our palace.

Our palace.

Our course is southerly,
beloved.

May it bring you warmer dreams.

Monsoons are gentle.

It is spring...

...isn't it?

Yes.

So you drink the ship's water
and your health remains?

Robust, captain.

With each draught of the cooling
elixir my lights tingle...

...my spirits prance
like a luti's bear.

Now, whoever do you think may
have poisoned the ship's water?

Jamal?

Don't, captain.

Kindly, sir...

...sound the drums
before you speak that name.

Oh, that.

That's a metaphysical mumbo
jumbo of the western infidels...

...taught by a dervish
of my acquaintance.

He charged 10 toumans

and guaranteed
absolute security.

And I could use some security.
Who was this dervish?

I was that dervish.

I've had many vocations
in my span...

...failing at each.

Physician, dervish... I hope
you're better at barbering.

Tell me what you know of Jamal.

Well...

...I was traveling on a ship
from Calicut once.

I was an ambassador
at that time...

...entirely unqualified
for the post...

...bearing letters of state.

It was during
one of my bibulous periods.

A weakness for the jug,

acquired while I was
an unsuccessful seller of wines.

I used to drink my own samples.

When I emerged
from the vapors...

...the crew had all perished
from poisoned water.

-Jamal.
-Who else?

Who else would be
so diabolically clever?

Why, the great emir
of Daibul admits...

...that Jamal once made
a public jackass of him...

...through his agents.

Now, never did this genie
reveal himself.

He sold the emir false charts...

...purporting to lead
to the treasure of Alexander.

And once...

...in the dead still
middle of the night...

...this ruler of Indus almost
got the blade of a katar...

...entangled with the rear
of his ribs.

A katar.

The very sort of weapon
you're wearing, captain.

Ah, if I could only find a few
onboard this ship to trust.

You could trust me, captain...

-...if I weren't so ineffectual.
-Ha-ha.

Barber, you're
a mountain of knowledge.

Tell me, what say the wagging
tongues of Prince Ahmed?

Prince Ahmed.

It is not unlikely, they say...

...that somebody will send him
to his ancestors...

...before he reaches
his golden isle.

Eh? Why?

I understand
he's a splendid fellow.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

But he has a vanity
that marked him for doom.

Now, for half a lifetime,
he masked as a simple seaman.

Nobody looked twice at the royal
seal upon his breast.

Then one day,
he put on his princely robes.

Sesame.

The gates to his secret
were opened.

-He was an idiot.
-Oh, quite so.

Certainly not the wise son
of the wise aga of Deryabar...

...who rediscovered
Alexander's isle.

Who knew that such vast fortune
was a tempter of death?

He hid his son
among the multitudes...

...like a wheat straw
in great fields of wheat.

But even the aga's wisdom
at last showed a weakness...

...love for his son.

And this baggala,
which he sent for him.

The aga's was a good weakness,
Captain Sinbad.

So many men's are evil.

Consider, how many strong men...

...could resist
the taking of life...

...if they could gain
one little token to wear?

One mark of greatness...

...that would give them
everything.

Accept it, Highness...

...a gift to remember.

Can you spare a secret
as well as a life?

Your faithful servant forever...

...Prince Ahmed.

You are a man of character,
Abd-El-Melik.

And of good counsel, master.

Don't go to Daibul.

Daibul.

Daibul.

Daibul.

-Daibul.
-I know, I know.

Double-dealing informer.
Sky skulker.

Your soul could be bought
for a fat locust.

Captain.

The dromond.

She must have passed us
during the night.

Sleek, isn't she?

So is a saber-toothed tiger.

If you were so anxious to die,
why didn't we sail for Egypt?

They spice you and wrap you
for posterity.

Nonsense. The dromond
seems friendly enough.

She could have cracked
this gilded eggshell...

...in waters much lonelier.

Keep her closer to the wind.
Tend to your sheets.

At least
there's prosperity here.

Shall I open our hatch
for trade?

Oh, they aren't
sacks of beans, Abbu,

they're gravel for ballast.

What? What?

I thought we might fill them
with Deryabar's treasure.

If that woman knows the whereto,
and if I can find her.

If, if, the familiar if.

When the moon tips the cypress,
be ready with sail.

I promise you,
I'll have a cargo of wisdom.

Ha-ha. By the prophet,
I believe I've sent you home.

You have feet to follow with,
my prince...

...but no wings
to bring you back.

I pray you, master...

...don't go to the palace.

Pray not to me...

- ...but for me, Melik.
- Captain.

Captain.

Hear ye...

...all men of the baggala
Prince Ahmed.

This vessel is impounded
by state decree.

Sealed by the royal lock and
seal of His Highness of Daibul.

I have the honor
to take the master

of this ship into custody.

Where is he?

Quickly, where is he?

Shireen. Shireen.

Shireen.

The very window
I wanted to find.

The women's quarters.

We shouldn't even be looking
at the window.

Come, while our bones
are together.

Shall I choose
one of their gates...

...or shall I make
one of my own?

What of the baggala
in the harbor?

Oh, if only you were half
the oracle you pretend to be.

Men of Daibul...

...hearken, hearken.

His Exalted Highness...

...your emir, does permit you

to see justice done
to criminal offenders...

...for that sin of forbidden
sins...

...the casting of eyes upon
the unveiled females

...of His Mightiness...

...the pure born,
the emir of Daibul.

Hear ye. Mark ye
for the good of your souls.

Just for thinking
what you've been thinking...

...they lose their heads.

Eyes forward.
Chin a-front. Head up.

Did I assign you this gate?

I don't know, master,
there are so many masters.

The strangling ropes
of authority.

Let us test your awareness.
How many guards within?

-There are eight in the--
-Right, but beyond?

Beyond is the gate
to the women's quarters.

Doubly guarded as usual, master.

Thank you.

I'll have you promoted
for mental agility.

Hup!

No, no!

Come back! Come back!

-Come back who?
-Come back--

My friend Sinbad,
they'll kill him.

Sound the alarm!

Have no concern, my lady.

No guards invade these quarters
unless we give the alarm.

Allah is good.

He must be to stand
this clatter house.

It's made of magic, truly.

The gown His Highness
told you of?

For the first flower
of the East.

With covenants, provisos,
conditions.

And so, if I put it on...

...I won't own the gown,
the gown will own me.

The gown and the emir of Daibul.

A most attractive owner,
my lady.

How many women would love
to be so possessed?

How many women
have never loved at all?

I'd vow that thing
would scratch the hide.

Why, my lady.

Fetch me something silky,
pleasing.

No jewels...

...and fasten a rose on it.

A rose, my lady?

The rose of a certain prince
will always be remembered.

Has ever she spoken so tenderly
of any other man?

Ahmed.

Nothing but sheer gossamer,
my beloved...

...risen from the street
of the three moons.

However you got in here,
get out, quickly.

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Leave at once or I'll--

Pirouze, call the guards.

Call them.

Don't.

Let him stay
and have his head lopped off.

Oh, no, it's a pleasing head.

Calmly, child.
She doesn't really mean it.

You heard her speak
her devotions for me.

Yes.

Oh, why, why? I warned you.

Why does the bee fly
into the claw flower?

He loves the smell of beauty
though he dies.

You speak of claws
that don't exist.

The one that struck at me
in your house was real.

-I thought we were alone.
-Oh, words, words.

If I'd thrown the blade,
you'd never have set sail.

But the knife of Jamal
was erratic?

I know nothing of him.
I have never seen him.

I wonder.

Oh, burning bright,
I believe you, I believe you.

I believe
in all fantastic things.

In the magic wind
that brought me to you...

...in the magic veil of dark
in which I'll wrap you...

...O woman of the roses...

...and take you magically
to Deryabar.

You could hide me until
nightfall and then...

I know of a passageway...

...hidden in the wall
beyond my quarters.

No, no. Such a miracle
would be too much for us.

Oh, a trifle surely for one
who stole the rukh's egg

from its diamond nest.

Who took Cyclops' eye, played
hop-fling with sea monsters.

-Please, you must go.
-Not alone.

How many secrets
are in your bright eyes?

On the baggala, we'll know.

Come.

Will you come sweetly or must
I hoist you on a magic rug?

Please, you must go
before they find you.

I see you'll require
some hoisting.

Now you're being just your
ordinary self.

Not too ordinary
to bait a trap for.

Nor too stupid
to steal the bait.

Come, I can outbid your emir.

Wasn't it gold you wanted
in the first place?

Now, show me the way
to the passage. Quietly.

Spawn of slaves.

Who is he?

A thief of the forbidden,
master.

Thief...

...or assassin?

-Is your name, by chance, Jamal?
-I? Jamal?

Precisely such a katar winged

through the dark
at me one night.

A most affectionate weapon.

Could it return faithfully
to its master like a dog?

You violated sacred quarters.

Everyone knows the penalty for
both man and faithless woman.

Which one attracted you here?

Would I offend
the master's taste

with miserly discrimination?

You're protecting someone.
Which one?

Pray, let me remember.

Was it the slim one...

...or the moon-face or...?

So you refuse to share your
funeral pyre.

Allah will judge her
in his own time.

I am merely Allah's
humble commander.

His dispatcher of orders.
His executioner.

Let all learn humbleness

by watching the simplicity
of destruction.

Mafi.

Prince Ahmed.

Yes, if it pleases
Your Highness.

I supposed you were aboard your
ship receiving my invitation.

Invitation?

To enjoy the pleasures
of my palace.

I sent a military escort
for you.

Oh, that escort.

Forgive me, O light of Daibul...

...if my vagabond manners
upset the affairs of state.

The happiest man I ever heard of
was little more than a vagabond.

He loved ships and sailing.

A certain lady once spoke
of the happiness he gave her.

Truly it can be said...

...the brighter the flame
of happiness...

...the more brief its burning.

Beloved...

...paradise was at my shoulder,
I didn't know.

You didn't know your own
right hand, Mafi?

You, dear prince,
shall sit at my left.

The good omen of our night
of nights.

Night of night--

On such a night, I'm proud
to be your satellite...

...O planet of the East.

Is my friend mocking
the small glories of Daibul?

So poor compared to the wonders
told of Deryabar.

How often I've watched
that wondrous baggala...

...searching the ports
of the world...

seeking the son of the king
of Deryabar.

So, now, we've all found
each other.

Yes, and the treasure
of friendliness, I hope.

Any treasure
of my palace is yours.

Which one?

That one.

She is yours, Ahmed.

Ah, giving does give joy
to the giver.

Sharing does make brothers
of us all.

Truly so.

How can I ever repay
the memories of this visit?

Quite simply. I shall visit you.

I shall accompany you
to Deryabar.

My voyaging would take you
too far, Highness.

Friendship has no horizons.

And so there stood I...

...in the marble hall
of the infamous giant of Comari.

Having examined me thoroughly
and finding me so lean...

...that I was as yet scarce
worth devouring...

...he set a great feast for me.

His retainers, more numerous
than the locusts...

...stood poised about me.

The feast was pleasant enough.

And the favorite houri
of the monster warmed me

with her languishing looks.

Already with her sheen
and shimmer,

she had saved me from the sword.

Her very love for me
did swell my confidence.

Oh, bishallah, what a love.

Mashallah, what a liar.

Precious one, our guest.

Verily my predicament
seemed hopeless...

...until I remembered magic

taught me by a mountebank,
Aladdin.

Oh, what a mummer was Aladdin,
the charlatan of Cathay.

And how magical is magic when
its believers have slow wits.

Your indulgence, Highness.

A rose.

A rose for the rose of Baghdad.

But what of your escape from
the flesh-eating jinn of Comari?

I'm about to show you,
O Mightiness.

I'll attempt
to make her disappear

into the portals of my heart.

Watch closely, for you might be
mildly interested...

...in my poor legerdemain...

...which so completely
confounded the bloodthirsty one.

Now, this lamp is indeed not
unlike the one used by Aladdin.

Aladdin claimed great powers
were in his lamp. His lamp.

Any lamp will do
as well as his lamp...

...and the rubbing of the hand
on the bronze, sheer fakery.

No, the secret of his game
was to blow upon the lamp. Thus.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Again.

Again.

Again.

- Stop, stop.
- Enough of this magic.

Where is he?

Where is she?

You tortoise heads.
I'll have you quartered.

Where is she?

I had him spitted
on my katar like a rabbit, but--

-But?
-But somehow I lost my katar.

-Mine too.
-Your Highness, look.

Clever magician,
but no crystal gazer.

Double the guard
at the gates and walls.

Aah! Allah. Allah, Allah.

We can thank Yusuf
and his lascars...

...for teaching those Daibulians
their devotions.

Yusuf, may the prophet
bless you.

Oh, I'm growing fond
of this crew.

- Where to, captain?
- Take the wind and go.

-Full and bye.
-Tend to your sheets.

Thank Allah,
the monsoons are willing.

Yes. "In the eighth month,
the winds are willing."

That's the inscription
on this medallion.

This is the eighth month.

And look you.

The winds take us toward
that bright star.

And the star
is on the medallion too.

Safely embarked?

Your head, it's all banda--

Perhaps...

...the thumping it received...

...may stimulate
its worthless contents.

Wine shops, debauchery,
I might have expected it.

No, I was trying
to serve my prince.

I betook myself
to the house of Hassan...

...the most famous
of chart makers.

There, perchance, I thought...

...to find some record
of your ship's chart.

It is whispered
that it was stolen

by that cousin
of the devil, Jamal.

Yes. Well, someone stole it
the night of the salvage.

How well I know it.

Just after you left
the ship in Daibul, I saw it.

- You saw what? Speak up. Where?
- With my own eyes.

Into Hassan's, I saw enter
a tallish wraith of a man...

...face hooded by his headdress.

A katar, the very brother of
that crooked blade you wear...

...dangling from his cloak.

You saw Jamal?

He remained a man
without a face.

My own face, I must relate...

...was thrust moonlike
through the lattice...

...gazing at a certain chart.

Upon that chart, Jamal's katar
was tracing a line...

...from Daibul
to an isle called Deryabar.

Deryabar. You saw the chart.
Speak up. What did you see?

But briefly. The lattice...

...did fit my neck too snug,
and held it there.

Blows of cudgels rained upon
this aching promontory.

I wear a crown
of great red lumps...

...dedicated to loyalty
and inefficiency.

And you couldn't remember
the chart very well.

I looked, master. Please follow
a course I'll set for you.

No. There's no need to risk the
accuracy of your memory, Melik.

I have a better "open sesame"...

-...to Deryabar.
-What is it?

The sweetest sweetmeat
of the emir of Daibul.

No.

-Where is she?
-In my cabin.

No. No, my prince.

You've ordained the death
of our ship.

Don't lock that door.

I won't be caged with a jackal.

I should have put it
through your heart.

Truly you could.

But you wouldn't, would you?

-You wouldn't harm your prince.
-The emir will attend to that.

He'll hang you. Don't be too
confident of your future.

Ha-ha-ha!
Gently, my enchantment, calmly.

I brought you here merely
to share a mountain of gold.

-What?
-A mountain of gold.

Well...

...you didn't have to wrap me
like a mummy, did you?

I could have cried out when you
took me, but I didn't, did I?

No, you didn't.

I've marked that in gratitude.

With the precision of Euclid,

I shall bisect
the golden isle of Deryabar.

One-half shall be yours...

...merely for the simple
answering of a question.

-Where is Deryabar?
-Where is it?

Well, not to the point of a
needle, but broadly, where?

Don't you know?

If I did, would I be asking you?

-Where's the island of Deryabar?
-How could I know?

From the emir of Daibul.
Near what ports did he say?

Out with it.

How could he know?
He hoped to learn from you.

He supposed your ship
contained the chart.

For years his pirate galleys
have been plundering the Indies.

Everything but Deryabar.

The greatest prize of all,
he failed to find.

That's why he sent me
to bid for the baggala.

That's why your baggala
was followed from Basra.

That's why he couldn't afford
to destroy you in Daibul.

He supposed you knew
the way to Deryabar.

Carrion eater.

And what are you?
A monumental fraud.

Verily, yea, verily.

I'm only a sailor...

...named Sinbad.

Sinbad.

There's no Allah but Allah.

There is no Sinbad
but Sinbad the Sailor.

You? Sinbad?

Oh, what wondrous tales
I've heard of him.

Even in my Kurdish hills,
the travelers spoke of Sinbad.

Yes, long before I ever knew
of Prince Ahmed...

...I knew all the stories
of Sinbad the Sailor.

An island.

A mountain crowned
with the star of the south.

That would be
the island of Deryabar.

Sinbad.

Sinbad.

What if...? If all his life he'd
worn a chart about his neck?

What if this little bit
of ancient gold

were in itself enough...?

Were in itself a sort of chart
to Deryabar.

What if there'd
never been a Deryabar?

What if you meant it...

...every word, when you said
you wanted nothing of treasure?

What if you were truly
the shining spirit of the tales?

What if there'd been
no wonder in me?

What if Allah never let men say,

"This is gold
and that's treasure...

...and we're poor
and we must seek"?

What if all the things
that make men's lives...

...were not just beyond
the rim of the sea?

Well, then there'd have been
more happy living.

Allah never spoke such a law.

We, you and I, Sinbad, we aren't
bound by the schemes of men.

Fasten the chain.

Put it away from you.
It can be your death.

Let any have Deryabar who can
find Deryabar. Let us have life.

Put back the chain.

So you made no cry
when I took you?

What a silky game you play
for your emir.

Sending me chasing moonbeams
while he wears the key.

-I'd forgotten him.
-Really?

Oh, my golden pigeon.

The way you draped
yourself on his divan...

...you were crowding him
a little.

I pitied his future...

...and yet his present I envied.

So I threw the dice.

How much I've won
I'm not quite sure.

I wonder...

...if I put you on the scales...

...measured delicately
against the price...

...I paid for this ship...

...would you go up or down?

Money groveler.

Let me go.

Open that door.

It isn't locked.

It isn't?

You knew it.

Wait. Wait.

Save the Greek fire.

I want live captives.

Steer for the fog.

- Faster on the oars.
- Faster on the oars.

Faster on the oars.

You donkey.

With a bow and arrow,
you hope to sink a warship?

No, master, only to sink
their steersman.

One little delay of the dromond
and we'll be safe in the fog.

Heaven make me a success.

How did you do it?

By aiming at everybody
but the steersman.

Oars.

Steady as she goes.

No one can always be a failure,
Prince Ahmed.

I tell you, I saw the chart.

I knew that female
would only bring us trouble.

-Will you listen to me now?
-What choice have I?

I'll go to the tiller
and set a course.

You can help me
keep an eye on this crew.

Any man who signals the dromond
is a fish's dinner.

Or any woman?

Let her be doubly watched.

Allah's blessings
on our secret emissary.

Captain.

So you brought
the dromond to us.

Sinbad.

No.

Galley snake.

A poor catch.

No others worth keeping?

Only those chosen
by His Highness.

So you've pulled
the oars before.

You once escaped the chains?

Well, we forge them strong
on this vessel.

Put them to the banks.

Throw him overboard.

Truly, I'm glad
you disarmed the magician.

He has a talent
for the unexpected.

There's ample time
to dissect all phases...

...of the gardener and his rose.

Where's the bagalla's chart?

Where's the medallion he wore?

Does Mafi still expect
his right hand to serve him?

He has cut it off.

A loss which will bring more
pain to you, my rambler rose...

...than to the emir of Daibul.

Unless I can prove
to Your Highness...

...that for you I let him
take me from the palace.

Why do you suppose
I took the risk...

...to open the heavens
for some mad-eyed stranger?

Or to find the isle for you?

Perhaps you can
produce the chart.

The baggala had no chart.

The Prince Ahmed knows nothing
of the course to Deryabar.

What?

But they say
you have a captive...

...a barber...

...who claims to know the way.

Ah, if you could only wear the
true medallion of Alexander...

...the king of Deryabar would
reveal his hidden vaults...

...to you,
his charming long lost son.

You prove nothing
which hasn't occurred to me.

Don't I, Mafi?

Here.

Wear the medallion.

Your cleverness...

...your beauty,
still serve me well.

But your heart...

Do I have a heart, Mafi?

Well...

...perhaps a little one.

The Prince Ahmed can be of no
further consequence to us now.

Put him ashore
at the first landfall.

Why not give him
to the bottom of the sea?

I despise him, Mafi.

Isn't that enough?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Perhaps
I'll find a method of knowing.

Until that moment...

...you are still the moon
in the sky of Indus.

This moon would cost you
more than you possess.

- I'll have you jailed!
- He'll have us jailed.

Untamed dogs! Bludgeon bullies!

Sons of vultures!

Your Highness, he swore
he knew the way to Deryabar...

...but he gives no information.

I believe he was lying
to save himself from the oars.

O light of Daibul...

...I know the course...

...but I can't see it clearly
from this position.

Down with his heels.

What a clod-head.
I doubt if he knows anything.

Sufficient,
my posturing peafowl,

to addle your thick pate. Ooh.

A maggot dreaming of power.

From a thousand tiny islands...

...all of a contour...

...can you select
the exact isle?

Where is it?

East, west, north, south?

As close as you think...

...or as far as you suppose?

No. You'll never find
the isle of Deryabar...

...without the benevolence
of Prince Ahmed...

-...and myself.
-Bring him to me.

Abd-El-Melik,
I invest you grand vizier

of the kingdom of Deryabar.

Bestow your honors lightly,
Ahmed.

You no longer exist.

To the palace of your father

there shall come
a new Prince Ahmed.

Shireen.

I felicitate His Highness
on the devotion of his women.

I shall reward her
in proportion to her devotion.

You, dear martyr,
can help me determine

the measure of devotion.

Martyr?

Let's not glorify me, Highness.

Pray, have more admiration
for yourself.

Your passing shall have
the quality of courage...

...painful and slow.

The woman of ambition shall be
offered half of Deryabar.

But she must
sit in judgment of herself.

Will her secret heart
defeat her...

...as she watches
you slowly being tortured?

No.

For a danik,
she'd sell me to Satan...

...and you'd split your tongue
trying to be

the prince of Deryabar.

Can you name the day of the moon
and the moon of the year...

...when that medallion was first
put upon me by my father?

Can you name the father's father
of my father's father?

Can you call to memory the
hundred ancestors of my mother?

Have you the blue eyes
of the Ahmed?

Have you a scar
beneath your thirteenth rib?

-No, but I have--
-No, you shall have one.

Don't move.

Stand quietly
or the light of Daibul goes out.

The medallion.

Stoneheads.
You let him remain armed.

He appeared half-dead.
No weapon was seen upon him.

The medallion.

Where did you get this katar?

From him, master.

-Jamal.
-Jamal.

Yes, Jamal.

Your partner, gentlemen...

...whether you wish it or not.

This deception
is no longer necessary.

Yes, I poisoned the baggala's
waterskins to take the chart.

Now there is no chart...

...except here.

Beast of the world.

Is your cloth so white...

...butcher of Daibul?

What does it matter?

Never did three enemies
need each other more.

You have a ship...

...I have knowledge...

...but the finding of Deryabar

is not the taking
of a wise man's treasure.

Only to his son...

...will the aga speak
of secret places.

Yea.

I, too, was tempted
to destroy everything

that competed with me...

...for the wealth of empires.

Prince Ahmed,
as well as yourself, Mafi.

In a Basra garden
I struck at him.

And yet, on a latter day...

...when my razor
could have had his throat...

...a higher wisdom stopped me.

There are many mysteries
yet to be unfolded...

...by me.

Wisely done,
my cherished partner.

Preserve him kindly.

Of course...

...while there is mutual need.

Of course.

Hassan, the chart maker,
and all the wise men of the East

have given me much good counsel.

Firstly...

...beware of the deadly
currents of these waters.

Do not anchor too close
to that island.

-What island?
-What island?

Deryabar.

Deryabar.

When the dromond pays a visit...

...it's a fine day
for the coffin makers.

-What of your father?
-Hey, what of him?

Should I care what happens
to a stranger who set me adrift?

But verily his gold
and I do love each other.

Don't try to separate us,
I warn you.

Who ever called this dead land
a kingdom?

Nakhoda,
the palace of Alexander.

The palace of Alexander.

A fine tomb for father and son.

But first, let it give up
its secret.

Queen? Queen of this?

Queen of vacant splendor.

We're a thousand years too late.

Welcome.

Aga of Deryabar?

So it appears.

The pharaoh of an empty nowhere.

O king of legends,
fabled monarch of the age...

...planet of the southern sky.

Your son has come at last
into the glory of your court.

My son?

Ahmed, your son.

Does your memory fail you?

Memory has been my life.

Memory...

...and hope.

The true medallion.

It is my hope you are my son.

In time we'll know.

We'll know in what spirit
you have come to me.

A good son, dear aga.

Often has he spoken
his affection for you.

In your absence, I have been
a second father to him...

...a sharer of distress.

The baggala foundered.

We were rescued
by this great lord of the North.

Blessed be the winds
that coursed you to Deryabar.

My house is yours.

My house...

...and all that it contains.

Either my father
is most generous,

or he speaks the language
of parables.

My son, I believe,
has much to learn of languages.

Then, dear aga...

...why not instruct him

in the alphas and omegas
of golden secrets?

That, I believe,
he'll understand in any tongue.

Very well...

- ...I shall tell all I know.
- Hold.

Perhaps you would prefer
sharing your secret

only with your blood and kin...

-...alone.
-And why?

They will not understand me,
nor will you...

...if I say
that all treasure lies...

...here...

...or here.

Or in the blue sea...

...or in the green land.

Or in a pair of bright eyes.

A tender traveler, dear aga...

...rescued from pirates
by your son.

We thought to find refuge
for her here.

A good refuge.

I have found it so.

Marauders come ashore
from time to time...

...but their ships die sleeping,
lost in the currents.

And they, too, eventually die...

...fighting each other.

My father is a prophet.

It needs no oracle to say
what men will do for gold.

I have known well...

...ever since the day I found,
in an ancient chest,

the chart,
and the medallion of Alexander.

Oh, how the word
of my discovery spread.

My son, perhaps, cannot remember
how, his small hand in mine...

...we fled the shadowy hands
that would have seized him.

How well they knew.

No secret could I
keep if my son's life

fell into their hands.

Well, death was
no stranger to me.

I killed to save my son.

I wonder, would your son
do as much for you?

I believe he would.

Yes...

...in those days,
I led him by the hand.

Now his strong hand
shall lead me.

Long, long ago,
and for his own salvation...

...I hid him with my friends
of the trading ships...

...while I followed the chart's
course to Deryabar...

...and lost my ship
in that graveyard cove.

What did you find here?

I found love for lost happiness.

Happiness that was so good,
so free, so simple...

...that I didn't know it
when I had it.

And I found hate
for the legend of wealth.

That monstrous sword that would
not let me walk into the world.

Yet I found also its secret
to be my best defense.

Without me...

...there is no secret.

A noble attitude...

...but the language of evasion.

There is gold here.

Gold.

Don't deny it.

Only gold
could have built the baggala.

Oh, my inquisitive elephant...

...did you suppose
I built that floating vanity?

Of all the vultures
and imposters

that descended upon Deryabar...

...she was
the crowning imposture.

Her gaudy master
claimed to be my son.

My shipwrecked crew
seized the baggala...

...and set forth
to find the true Ahmed.

Are you sure
you won't regret your quest?

Why do you ask?

Because--

Because as his father,
you'll tell him your secret,

then the moment--

- Silence.
- Yes, silence.

And you value my son...

...more than what
you might take from Deryabar?

Yes. Oh, yes. On the baggala
I tried to tell him.

I took the medallion hoping
to keep him from this island.

-She knows not what she speaks.
-Yes--

Shireen, hear me.
Your own existence is on trial.

-Yes, I know.
-Ahmed, Ahmed.

How little you understand
of treasure.

Think carefully.

You are condemning yourself.

And for what?

For him who wouldn't let a dinar
fall for the sake of his father.

What was it you said, dear aga?

No secret could you keep

if your son ever fell
into the shadowy hands.

Behold the hand of Daibul.

Tell us the place of gold,
miser, if you cherish your son.

Yes.

Yes, of course I'll tell you.

Speak, then.

-It is--
-Hold, aga. Speak not for me.

I am not your son.

What?

The medallion.

The medallion.

I bought it in a bazaar
no longer than a year ago.

I'm the biggest fraud
in the Islamic world.

Ha-ha-ha! I'm Sinbad the Sailor.

Sinbad.

Oh, you are Sinbad.

Oh, yes, burning bright.

You've undermined my good,
strong, worthless character.

What a happy martyr.

Martyr again? Ho-ho!

And who shall be
the martyrs this time?

Jamal, Mafi of Daibul or Sinbad?

Of three,
but one was destined to survive.

Each with the power to end
the destiny of each.

You stand condemned,
you and your rose of Persia.

What power do you
imagine you have?

Magic. Remember, Mafi? Ha-ha!

Yes, magic. Magic to pull
a serpent's poisoned fang.

Wait.

Look you, Mafi,
the poison he intended for you.

-What?
-Hear me, Highness.

There's a certain magic
in memories.

Did he not tell us he poisoned
the water of the baggala?

Soon I'm sure your ship's water
would have become deadly.

What is in this vial?

Nothing harmful, Mafi.

-The proof is in the testing.
-Absurd.

Just a little essence
of the flowers of Samarkand.

Flowers of Samarkand.

Then drink&

&and dream of
jasmine and hyacinth.

Or do you prefer
some nightmares on the rack?

A rather happy blending
of the vintage.

Harmless.

Tasty.

When I was a somewhat deplorable
seller of wines...

...I could have made
a handsome thing of this.

I've always been
a disappointment...

...to others as well as myself.

When I was chief taster
to the khan of Bokhara...

...he expired from a cup...

...which had only made me...

...riotously giddy.

Magician?
Fakir of the age.

Do you imagine we can't open
the aga's mouth without you?

Or that the moon of Indus
could not fall from its sky?

-A prize for the men of my ship.
-Mafi.

Take her away from my sight.

Let her go, when it pleases you,

to the richest bidder
in the street of the lepers.

May Satan burn you in torment.

You've dug your own pit, Mafi.

By Allah, I'll sell my soul
to see you burn in it.

Fools.

Do you suppose you can
keep them apart...

...the two who found
the truth of treasure?

No, no...

...the truth shall
sweep you asunder.

You've earned the fate of all
who touched what you call,

"The wealth of Deryabar."

Take it. Seal your destinies.

Go to that fountain. Press your
hand upon the lotus petal...

...and you'll see
your treasure...

...overflowing
from the vaults below.

Go.

Ooh.

Ahh!

Ahh!

Go. Find her, my son.

-Your son.
-My good son.

Go.

Master...

...he vanished
before my very eyes.

Your magician has escaped, Mafi?

My plan is not affected,
dear Jamal...

...the plan I had
from the beginning...

...to give both my partners
a bright departing glory. Ha-ha!

Nothing, nothing living
shall remain on this island.

Muallin. When the boats
are loaded, seal the fountain.

Signal the dromond to prepare
the fire of the Greeks.

Yes, nakhoda.

I'll send argosies from Daibul
to bring me gold.

Beneath the ashes and the stones
of Deryabar they'll find it.

Hurry, we must catch the tide.

Ass...

...ass with the bray of a lion.

I shouldn't feel too secure
if I were you...

...not while that Sinbad
skims the shadows.

Yes.

I did intend to poison
your dromond's water.

So true it was that only one
out of three could survive.

But in no wise
could you hurt me greatly.

With nothing more to seek...

...possessions could become
quite dreary.

The quest of a lifetime...

...I won it.

The wealth of the Earth...

...I found it.

No...

...I was not a failure.

Nakhoda, he's dead.

He's dead.

He's dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

-Our prize.
-Bishallah!

His Highness grows generous.

Take her below.

Sinbad.

- What?
- Sinbad. Sinbad.

Sinbad.

The dromond's lantern
was signaling danger.

The flame went out.

What danger?

The oil burns low.

I've often thought a loose
chain, a broken lock...

...those galley slaves
feel no endearment, master.

Indeed. Who craves
for the friendship of oxen?

With these good loyal
professionals,

I could take any vessel,
no matter who held it.

Truly, now I can soon
take anything.

The caliphate...

...the kingdoms
of the Hindi, China...

...the power of the world.

What is there left
to stand between us?

Well, the emir found his dream.

So he'll come aboard,
and we'll cover the island

with the fire of the Greeks.

Praise be to the prophet...

...his palm stops itching.

At last, a night of rest.

Sinbad. Sinbad.

- Sinbad?
- Sinbad.

Do you suppose the magician
is on the dromond?

Impossible.

He was quite a foolish
little mortal after all.

I'll burn him with all
that still exists on Deryabar.

How did he say it?

"One quick blinding blow."
Ha-ha-ha!

I told you there was trouble.
They're firing at us.

Then put some distance
between us. About.

Back with her oars.

Loyalty, loyalty.
I couldn't even buy it. Scurf.

Cowardly filth!

Go on, get out!

I could not face Allah
in your dirt!

Mark it with care, Muallin.

You are measuring
your own future.

I'm only a mercenary, but you'll
find me a good one, nakhoda.

Ready.

Believers, doubters,
brothers of Basra.

Know ye the truth...

...by the fruits which ye see.

Dear, good Sinbad.

Never again will I call him
torturer of the truth.

Such a sudden love
does touch me deeply.

Here, take what pleases you.

Aw, you melon heads.

Why do you think
I told you this tale?

From the others
you learned nothing...

...nothing of courage,
nothing of patience...

...nothing of the joy
of earning.

I'd hoped to teach you
of the worthlessness

of what men fight for.

Worthless?

Worthless. Worthless as
these grains of sand.

Worthless?

Thank Allah,
I am sailing home to Deryabar.

Sinbad, my friend, Sinbad.

Where is Deryabar?

It's here...

...and here...

...and here.