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had done to him, he will always carry his love for the sea and freedom in his heart.

He wore no ring or ornaments, except for the golden medallion that hung around his neck. Sinbad’s pendant glimmered in the sunlight when he slipped it off his neck. Sinbad wrapped the chain around his hand so it wouldn’t tangle, and placed it gently inside his turban for safekeeping. He didn’t want its shimmer to catch any of the thieving guards’ eyes. He knew the coming battle would be his most challenging yet. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by his medallion jostling around in rapid combat. If it became taut around an obstacle Sinbad wouldn’t have enough time or the flexibility to launch a counterstrike. He would need to consider every possible scenario on how this fight was going play out.

Ever since he was brought into the zhar’s gladiator games, Sinbad was fighting for his own life. But this time he would fight for the sake of another.

“Do not go, Sinbad,” said one of the blue men in the dark. “You will surely perish.”

“I have no choice, Azrak,” Sinbad replied, donning his turban. “Has the emperor not declared that if I refuse, he will have us all killed? As long as I fight, Akhdar has given his word that he will let you go, whether I am victorious or not.” The Earthman took a breath and adjusted his turban for his medallion to sit still on the top of his head. “I already have the blood of your family on my hands,” he continued, with sorrow in his voice. “I will not add yours to that, Azrak.”

Azrak stood up from his spot on the ground and proceeded to his friend. Hoping he could talk some sense into him.

“Sinbad, that was—”

“Quiet, friend,” interrupted another inmate. He was much older and the weakest prisoner in the whole cellblock. He placed his hand on Azrak’s shoulder and pulled him away from Sinbad. “He has made his decision.”

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