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The man closed his eyes and muttered a prayer in his native tongue.

“One…” the blue man began, and then a loud popping sound erupted inside the man’s eardrum. The man howled in pain.

“I thought you were going to count to three!”

Azrak gave him a small smile. “I am very sorry. I thought you would back out at the last second.”

He expected the bizarre pink man would be angry. But he was surprised to hear the sound of laughter.

“I would have too,” the man laughed. “Well played, my friend. Well played.”

Azrak laughed along with him, while he checked the arm, which was now placed back into its socket.

“Your arm looks better, but it’s going to take some time to heal. What is your name, stranger?”

The adrenaline from the minor operation was wearing off, and the man had a feeling he could pass out at any moment. He mustered all the strength he had left to answer his savior’s question.

“On the Isle of Kish, I am a hero,” he began, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. “In the city of Abu Dhabi, I am a thief. And in Baghdad I am to be killed on sight.”

Azrak leaned onto every word the man said. He had no recollection about the cities and countries that were mentioned. It was then Azrak learned that this man wasn’t from around here at all.

“My friends call me a sailor. My enemies call me a pirate.”

Pirate? Thought Azrak in fear. Is he affiliated with the deadly pirate Rhadjan Vix?

Then the man placed his hand onto Azrak’s. “But you may call me Sinbad.”

Sinbad the Sailor quickly surveyed his surroundings. Nothing was familiar to him. He had been all over the world, but he didn’t remember anything about this place. Then he feared he wasn’t in his beloved city of Baghdad anymore.

SINBAD: ROGUE OF MARS

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