Author's note: Italics are the characters thoughts.

WARNING: This is somewhat of a horror/suspense story. I tried to tame down the story to not make it too scary and within the "Teen" rating.

Rating: PG-13

TiaKisu: I accept both good and bad reviews. Criticism is welcome and, as you know, nothing new to me. And yes, Dermott was the only odd thing, and more to come. The rest of the chapter was more or less a placeholder. But it was a crucial chapter to the story.

Anime Princess: That's kind of the point. Bryn is supposed to not sense anything until the suspense builds up, which it will slowly. And about Bryn….you'll see in the end.

Chapter 3 – Mind Games

Bryn got up. Something wasn't right. She looked around, but everything seemed fine. Everything except that Dermott was not in the room, but she knew that he wanted to stay outside. Then again, he never acted this way before. Why?


She jumped. "What's that?" The cabin was so quiet the noise seemed to echo off the cabin walls.


She felt a little wheezy in the stomach, and then noticed that it was grumbling. Guess I shouldn't be so jumpy, she chuckled. I'll check if there is anything to eat.

She opened the cabin door and walked quietly to the galley not to wake anybody. It was still late and dark outside.


She froze and scanned the area, assuming that the noise was created by another crew member. But she saw nothing. Puzzled, she closed her eyes, shook her head, and laughed it off. Must have been the ship.


She stopped again and looked where the noise was coming from. Her eyes fell on Doubar's cabin. She smiled and turned back to the table in front of her.


Her eyes shot back to Doubar's cabin. Is he up? At this hour? I thought he fell asleep, because he ate too much.


She jumped and turned around. "Sinbad! You scared me."

He half-chuckled, "Sorry. What you doing up?"

"Oh, I was going to get something to eat."

"More food?" Now he was really chuckling. "You hungry already? Sheesh, first Doubar and now you. Just leave some for the rest of us."

She rolled her eyes and gave him that 'Seriously' look. "Sinbad, I am not turning into a pig. I just need something to settle my stomach. I've been having a strange feeling."

"You mean you're turning pink and growing a tail."

"I'm serious. Something doesn't feel right."

He gave out a sigh. "Okay, okay. Maybe some bread will help." He picked up a piece and handed it to her. "And if you want, you can talk to me about your strange feeling."

She smiled. "Thank you." She then paused, "By the way, who's sailing the ship?"

"Rongar agreed to take over for me."

She paused again. "Sinbad, how long have I been in my cabin?"

He looked at her strangely. "About three hours. You okay, Bryn. Now you have started to worry me."

She looked at him. Three times he has said he worried about me. But she shrugged the thought off and half-blushed. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that strange feeling."

He nodded. "How about we talk about it in your cabin? Don't want to make too much noise and wake everyone up."

She nodded back, smiled, and walked back to her cabin. He followed her. She felt a little warm. After they entered the room, he closed the door behind him.

"Okay, so what is this strange feeling?"

She sat on her hammock and picked at the bread, thinking but couldn't explain it. "I don't know."

"O…..kay. Do you feel danger?"

She nodded.

"Do you feel any magic?"

She shook her head.

He thought. "So you feel danger but no magic. That means…the danger must be non-magical. But we're at open sea. So if there is danger…" He looked at her, who was staring at him.

"…the danger must be on the ship." She finished. "But what danger is there on this ship. The only people here are the crew."

He scratched his chin. Man, I should shave. "I'll search the ship."

She nodded. After a pause, she half-yelled, "I'm going with you."

He looked at her and raised his eye-brow.

"After all, you may need backup."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Sinbad the Sailor needs back-up."

She squinted at him. "Now don't be big-headed." She grabbed her sword and stood next to him. "I'm ready."

He let out a sigh. "Here we go…out on a mouse hunt."

She slapped him.

"Ouch. What did you do that for?"

She gave him a half-evil eye and sighed. "Start off with Doubar's cabin."

"Doubar's cabin?"

"Yeah, that's where I heard a sound."

He sighed and crept to Doubar's cabin, slowly opening the door enough to peak through. And there was the gentle giant, sleeping on the hammock with is his leg sticking out from under the covers.

She chuckled.

He smirked, and then looked around. Nothing unusual was in sight. He frowned and closed the door quietly. "Nothing here."

Bryn sighed. "Maybe we should check the cargo room."

He looked at her with that 'R…ight' face. Then he walked down to the cargo room with Bryn following him. I think Bryn is coming down with a fever. I can understand if magic is involved, but with no magic involved, it's just not possible. We are out at open sea.

They got to the cargo room, and both Bryn and Sinbad started looking around. Again nothing.


She jumped.

"Calm down, calm down. It's just a mouse. See, I told you we were on a mouse hunt."

She squinted at him. "Don't make fun of me. I know what I felt. Wait a minute, we are out at open sea."


She could tell he wasn't taking her seriously. "Any danger would have to come from the sea. We should check the deck."

He rubbed his forehead and looked at Bryn. After a long pause, he said, "Alright."

They both headed to the deck. Once they stepped outside, the cold, dark air greeted them. Bryn scanned the deck and the surrounding waters. Nothing.

"Captain Sinbad, I thought you were going to sleep," called the man in the crow's nest.

"I will soon. My faithful sorceress felt something wrong."

"My?" She turned to him.

"It's just an expression. So, what do you see?"


He nodded. Well, I'm going to get some sleep. I think you should, too."

"I'm alright. I'll stay here, just in case if something happens."

"If something happens, I'll have another damsel in distress to take care of."

She squinted at him. "Goodnight Sinbad."

"Goodnight." He kissed her forehead. "Keep warm."

"I will. Thank you."

He then went down below, stopped and stared at Maeve's cabin.

Bryn peered into the darkness. Why do I have this strange feeling? There is nothing here. Nothing except a mouse.

"Bryn!" Sinbad called as he climbed the stairs to the deck. She turned to him and noticed he was holding something, something big and brown and furry.

"This is Maeve's. I think she would be glad that you used it keep warm." He smiled and handed it to her.

She looked at the cloak and glanced at her captain. She smiled and nodded.

He nodded in reply then went down below.

She put on the cloak and returned to what she was looking at before: the darkness surrounding them.