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Name: Ellen Joyce L.

Sy Year & Section: BSED-4A Date: August 5, 2013 Country: Saudi Arabia Literature: The Second Voyage of Sinbad in One Thousand and One Nights Task: To write the third voyage of Sinbad set in the Philippines

The Third Voyage of Sindbad in the Pearl of the Orient
Sindbad was once again getting weary in the City of Baghdad, his riches and fortune would last him years of comfort but the itch to wander was ever so hard to ignore. Peculiar news then reached him of a Portuguese captain riding the waters under the Spanish flag and finding untainted riches in an archipelago by the east. Now Sinbad was quite interested in searching for these islands because he knew too soon that Marco Polo’s travels would eventually get the Silk Road to China closed. So he gathered all other would be merchants interested in this voyage and they set off at once. But disaster kept striking at their merry band of merchants. The expedition kept on meeting dangerous storms and the winds were against them. The lot of the merchants jump shipped to barter and trade with the Afrikaans and Indians. Only Sinbad and a handful of men pressed onward after disembarking in Chennai. The last port to have sighted Sindbad was Singapore. When Sindbad woke up and the first thing he realized was that he was washed up on the shore and all he could see was sand. “Was it a dream? Was all of it a dream? Oh, Allah, what of my friends?” he thought while all the memories of the crew and the other merchants ran through his mind. Suddenly he was tapped on the shoulder by a girl of a very pretty face with dark brown eyes, a flat nose and raven black hair. She was small and had the skin of milk tea, her smile was his realization. He has reached a civilized island and he could suddenly view that the sands are not like his by way of the climate. He held her hand and she led him to her tribe not so long a walk away. He was examined when they spotted his scimitar but he patted it gently, reassuring them that he means no harm. After being served food and a pallet for shelter, he then learned that these people were Ilocanos and he traded his Furwah Vest for some supplies he might need after. The next day, after the Morning Prayer for his friends and crew that may have fallen, Sindbad set off with a man the head chief of the village sent. By way of his hands, He concurred that the man has heard and seen one of his countrymen but they mostly stay south. Many days passed as they crossed the Sicapoo Mountain and went further the many hills and peaks full of lush green forests. He saw Birds of wondrous colors, reptiles with enumerable patterns and white spotted deers in the distance. When they reached the Terraced Rice fields, his guide signed to him that he would go back to his tribe and that he venture further on his own. Sindbad was once again welcomed by this new tribe who called themselves Ifugao and sang songs that echoed the valleys of their mountains & danced with drums of bronze. Only then did he realize that “Yes! These are the marks of my countrymen! I am going on the right track!” with a happy smile that night. He went on south when the dawn broke in the sky. Days turned into weeks as he passed through rivers and jungles. He has went to many tribes since then, some were friendly giving him food and shelter while others were viciously beating their war drums when he neared. He has since learned so from the

spears they threw at him not so long ago in Arayat when he thought they were drums of welcome. He has since not rested until now, when he became enchanted by a beautiful maiden bathing in the falls. He turned his gaze when whispers of “Diwatang Maria” entered his ear. Looking back to the rocks, he found them empty except for the falling water and flowering blooms of lilies. A closer inspection gave him some glittering flashes as the sun stroked down those very rocks. Pieces of Gold were scattered about, he picked up as many he could carry and went on. The small respite in the falls saved him from the steep climb of another astonishing sight, Taal, a volcano within a lake. As he drank from its clear waters he pondered on the little fishes swimming about, no bigger than his fingernail. Thoroughly refreshed, he pushed forward. Down into the marshes and swamps towards the tail end of Luzon who the natives consider north. Another astounding view surprised him, a volcano they call Mayon whose sides were identical, and here the natives gave him a bounty of their harvest of bananas and papayas with some grain and poultry in exchange for some of his gold. They indicated that Sindbad’s journey would continue with the sea gypsies for beyond south lies innumerable islands called the Visayas. He also heard some Spaniards braved the monsoon season and have arrived in an island called Cebu but then they were attacked by a chieftain called Lapulapu of Mactan. He thought it best to avoid these islands as well as that of the fiercely wise Datu Puti and his brothers in Panay and Negros. In an island they called Bohol, he was greeted by the natives with warm salutations, and he was fed sweet mangoes & filling violet roots. At night there was dancing and the local girls curious of the new foreigner kept on asking for his turn but he declined each of their offers so not to spite the local men of their women. But when the night grew dark and the air was still, all others have slept except for lone lass who danced in the moon lit hills a few yards away. They say Giants made those very knolls fighting for the love of a beautiful fairy whose vanity turned her into something different. As he crept closer and closer, the wind howled in the far distance and all he could see were the legs still dancing in the dim fields but the woman’s head, torso and arms were gone. An ugly creature swooped down from the skies grabbing hold of his by his back, he unwound his turban and used the winds they flew across with to blind it in the eyes. When they crashed upon the earth, he slashed the monster with his Scimitar, cutting off its wings and striking it in the heart. He brought it back to the village and the villagers rejoiced, thanking their Bathala for no pregnant woman or child would be endangered again by the foul banshee. Having been thanked by the tribes with a raft full of coconuts, fruits and root vegetables, he gone ahead further down south. But a storm suddenly surfaced across the horizon, he stopped by the island of Siquijor to whether the storm. He met shy people there who did not care for him or his trade. He did find a shaman willing to voodoo the skies for his safe passage in exchange for all the gold he has left to offer. But the clever Sindbad gave only half of what he promised and embarked quickly at high tide. Half way across the seas, he felt a strange burning sensation in his chest, like a hot hand was squeezing his very heart. He prayed ”Oh Allah, everything I do is in your name, all my accomplishments are yours and to you do I leave my fate.” And with that he passed out. He awoke when he heard someone pray for him in his native tongue. The man called himself Mohammed with his wife Princess Isabela of Sulu and they were in the City of Zamboanga. He offered Sindbad safe passage as they went on their way to preach the name of Allah and return to Arabia for their pilgrimage to Mecca.