Reading Notes: Sinbad Part B

The second part of the reading starts with Sinbad's fifth voyage. This one involved his fellow merchants eating a young roc, which angered the parent rocs, which proceeded to destroy their boat. So once again, our hero is stranded on an unknown island. This time, the first person he meets turns out to be a goblin who essentially enslaves Sinbad. Sinbad eventually manages to get the goblin drunk and kill him by slamming him into the ground. Following this murder, Sinbad meets up with some other merchants who eventually convince him to hurl rocks at monkeys in order to steal coconuts from them, which he then sells to make his way back home. On his way he manages to make another small fortune in pearls. The sixth voyage found Sinbad shipwrecked on a notoriously deadly beach, but I'm not sure how it can be so well known if no one ever returns from it. He finds more treasures, and honestly has got to be devaluing gold and precious stones with the sheer number he himself has held at one point in his life. He escapes by building a raft and following a river, which apparently has never been thought of before. He then finds a king who refuses to take treasure. I understand if the king wouldn't want to assume he gets some treasure, but who is going to refuse it? This is getting ridiculous, and of course his journey away from that city was "prosperous," why wouldn't it be? How does poverty exist in this world? Based solely on Sinbad and the prince, there's enough gold to melt and drown every person on earth and then bury them in diamonds and rubies. I can only assume the last voyage will be as crazy. I was right. He gets sold into slavery, to some push over who makes him hunt all day while feeding him like a normal person. He angers a herd of elephants, who trap him, rip his tree perch from the ground, but instead of trampling him, they show him their cemetery. Because not only did they figure out there was one person killing them, and where he was, they also knew that he only wanted their tusks. I'm done

Parent rocs dropping rocks on Sinbad's ship. Link
Biography: The Voyages of Sinbad by Lang Link

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