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iimuchakk · 6 years

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Thalassophile (Young!Sinbad x reader) Sinbad No Bouken

Summary: Moving to Tison village was never a noble girls dream, neither was meeting a young boy with both a passion for adventure and a talent at drawing people in. You thought the beginning of your life had ended long ago, but truth be told it starts here, and it starts now

Warnings: Mentions of war

“So come all you pretty maids, whoever that you be, who love a jolly sailor bold, that ploughs the raging sea.”

Chapter: Three

Volume 1 Chapter 4 : Precious lessons

Behind Sinbad the greenery swished in the salty breeze, beneath your very feet the grass sprouted upwards to caress your soft skin and above your head not a single cloud was left adrift in the sky. It was just you and Sinbad alone in the woods. The moment could have been sweet, almost romantic even if it wasn’t for only having met this boy yesterday and now having in short been kidnapped by him. With your arms crossed angrily over your chest, you waited for his answer. Sinbad the Sailor was not the most pleasant boy to be around after all. Despite his charms and obvious friendships with the villagers, he was cocky and had no respect. Not only did he steal you away from your friend and take you somewhere you had no knowledge of, but he also had the audacity to carry you through Tison like a sack of potatoes. The nerve on him.

“Well then Sinbad?” The purple haired male simply brushed off your question, instead pulling out the marine book you’d found this morning.

“I think you’ve came to the right village if you like fish.” Said Sinbad, holding the book out to you with his arm extended. Never once did the smile leave his face, and you wondered just how happy someone could possibly be living in a dump like this. The only two places you could consider being for more then a couple minuets was your house and the docks. “I know a thing or two about fish if you want me to show you?” Even though his words sounded to have a hidden innuendo, his tone stayed innocent.

“You want to show me a thing or two about fish?”

“I know it’s probably not something you do back at your little castle.” Teased Sinbad. “But-” Sinbad motioned over to two fishing rods placed daintily by the lake. “You look like you could learn a thing or two about hard work.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, before in pure determination you rolled up the sleeves of your dress up to your elbows and stuck out your tongue in a childish manner. “Well you look like you could learn a thing or two about a bath.” Turning quick a giggle left your lips as you heard Sinbad call from behind you “baths are over rated!” as you strolled down to the lake, Sinbad could be heard following not to far behind. You pondered to yourself on why you decided to stay for so long. Yes he may have made you feel safe, but Strous could do that too. Maybe never having met somebody like Sinbad before drawn you to him. Everything about him seemed so genuine. He seemed like the kind of person that would go out of his way to work for what he wanted. You hardly knew what you wanted. It seemed like such a waste of all your education.

Grabbing the well made wood of the larger fishing pole, you sent a wondering look to Sinbad. “So. How does this work? Do I just throw it in?” Your answer was a large pile of worms being lifted up by the Sailor.

“Watch and learn from the best Miss Bedivere.”

“I am not touching them.”

An hour or so had passed, and in that very hour both you and Sinbad had discovered; you sucked at fishing. Not only did you refuse to touch any worms or bugs but you couldn't throw the hook properly into the water and ended up either hitting yourself or Sinbad, and as well as that when you did catch a fish, you started crying and threw it back into the water. Sinbad had a great time making fun of you despite all this.

“It’s okay Miss Bedivere I’m certain the fish is grateful you damaged me more then you damaged it.”

“Well I’m certainly grateful.” You shot back in frustration. Why did you agree to do this? All it did was give Sinbad something to hold against you for the rest of your miserable life here in Tison village. Plopping down onto the grass next to the river, you let out a yawn upon realizing it was the afternoon, and you had probably woken up to soon for your own good after having to wake up especially early the day before, in order to move house. With a jolly laugh at your previous statement, Sinbad sat down beside you. His golden eyes moved to look at you, to find out what you were all about. Surely, he thought to himself, a girl like that has more interests besides fish. Just as he finished thinking to himself, he noted a small pen peeking out from a satchel around your waist, and instinctively his hand moved towards it. Upon noticing this, you grabbed his wrist, sending him an accusing look. “Watch your hands.” He smiled.

“What’s in there?”

“Nothing.”

“Touchy.” He once again teased you. “But if it was nothing then you wouldn’t be looking so flustered now would you? I just want a look.” Sinbad moved his other hand to try to grab the satchel, looking dis-heartened when you once again grabbed it with your other hand. “Oww come on Miss Bedivere. Don’t play hard to get let me see!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” In an instant Sinbad had crawled rather childishly onto your back and pinned your wrists above your head, leaving you eating a face full of dirt with your legs wildly kicking. It was nothing like the romance books you had read, it was an act of pure discomfort and recklessness. One that your dress would suffer from. You could feel his hand quickly snake to the satchel, pulling out exactly what you didn’t want him to get - your drawing book. The sailor hopped off of you as quickly as he over powered you, and then sprinted away to stand in the river, where he knew you wouldn’t dare to enter. “Sinbad please don’t look!” Begging didn’t sound right at all in your voice, and it displeased you to have to beg someone like Sinbad. From studying his face afterwards, you could see he felt conflicted in his thought’s whether to tease you for it or not, but instead he left it, and flicked through your work. Much to your relief, he seemed impressed by the majority of them, commenting by saying ‘this is really good’ or ‘I’ve never seen this before. This was in your mind the whole time?’ Though at one drawing specifically, his face fell, and his lips drew into a thin line. “Is that one not to your liking?” This time, you were disappointed, though the feeling soon shifted to one of uneasiness as he began to approach you, his eyes looking shifty.

Being a woman, who you believed of dominance, you stood your ground until the two of you were face to face beside the river, the wind now having picked up, creating small crashing waves on the ground. Using both hands, Sinbad lifted up the book in front of your face to reveal an image of a soldier in the midst battle, around him, stood many smiling faces, and trinkets of gold. “Does the shading displease you?”

“This isn’t a joke.” He cut in. “Is this what you think war brings? Happiness? Honour? Glory?”

“War does bring all of those things. And more.” You argued back. “Do you think my father got into his position slacking around like you and the rest of the village? Because of his bravery, he has been bestowed with eternal glory.” At that, Sinbads face contorted, and he looked as though he was going to be sick.

“Nothing is eternal about war Miss Bedivere.” Sinbad spat out your name, similar to what you did when the two of you had first met. “I thought someone with an education like yours would have known that.” There was a witty way around this, and you had many things to say in reply to this ignorant sailor before you; But his eyes, they were filled with so much rage and sadness you didn’t want to. Instead, you just snatched your book out of his hands.

“If you were going to behave so horribly then why did you bring me out here in the first place?” A silence settled upon the two of you. For a moment, Sinbad thought, before he replied.

“I wanted to warn you.” He began. “Me and the villagers don’t want you or your mother around, and if either of you have any sense then I’d suggest you tell your father you're all going elsewhere before he arrives.” Out of instinct your blood ran cold, and a shiver ran down your spine. Nothing was more terrifying then a back handed threat from people you were certain didn't like you or what your family stood for. After that, things between you and Sinbad suddenly weren’t as pleasant anymore.

Finding your way back to the village was difficult. You and Sinbad split up as soon as the hateful tension between the both of you arose. Fortunately, you ran into the exact person you needed, or better put, the exact person you wanted.

“My lady!” Strous yelled, running up to you quickly. His face was pale, and you knew he had not returned home upon being to scared to face your mother and his mentor about losing you. “Are you okay? What happened?” His hand moved to touch your cheek, and he took in your whole appearance. Your eyes were dull, glazed with emotions he couldn't fully process, your hair sticking out in all directions, and your dress smudged in mud. “I swear if he so much as hurt you-”

“Just take me home Strous.” You sighed tiredly, holding up an authoritative hand to silence him. “Please just take me home.”

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