It all started on Sinbad's birthday.

All of Sindria, the seven sea's alliance, his generals and closest friends were each sitting at their king's table out in the middle of the town where every man, woman and child were celebrating their king's twenty seventh year.

Each of them bringing to him a wide range of gifts ranging from fine colorful silks and velvets and furs. To a wide range of lovely and unique gems all in several chests filled to the brim. And then there were herbs and spices and oils, the finest any royal could ever lay their hands on. To the smallest and simplest of gifts, necklaces made of sea shells and exotic flowers that he had never seen before.

And toys, of course, from the children since children had no clue what to give an adult man.

And Sinbad accepted each of them with a smile, even taking a little time to pull each of the little children into his lap and personally thank them for their toys. He had no use for them, but because the little ones were happy thinking he liked them, that made them precious to him.

And who knew, maybe this year his general's would finally wear him down and wrangle him into marrying some poor unsuspecting woman and starting a family. God only knew that their king needed a few heirs running around and causing mischief like most children are want to do. Besides it was expected of him to do these things as the king of his own little island kingdom.

How hard could it be for one man to find a likeable, hopefully pretty woman to marry and impregnate, you ask.

Apparently very hard. Sinbad was well known across the seven sea's for being a notorious womanizer. And aptly so. Put a pretty woman in front of him and his mind automatically went into the gutter. But then not all of his reputation could be totally blamed on him...just...about ninety percent of it.

The rest of his ill earned reputation could be blamed on his more than average good looks and how beautiful women just seemed to flock to him like flies to honey. And of course it also didn't help that he had this habit of treating all of the women like they were special. Letting them sit in his lap, feeding them some of his food if asked to do so-

Even if they all turned out to be gold digging floozies, he treated them like they were wonderful. And perhaps they were. Perhaps his general's just didn't see the women around him as he did.

Luckily for them, their prayers were about to be answered in a most unusual way.