asked the captain of every ship about his voyage and about my city Baghdad. One day, a big ship came in from the east. The merchants began to sell their goods and buy goods in the city. I spoke to the ship's captain. Are there other goods in the ship? I asked. The merchants with me have no goods to sell now, he said Ian But there are some boxes on the ship. A young merchant began the voyage with us, and the goods in the boxes were his. He is nd dead now. The sea took him. I am going to sell his goods here and take the money back to his people in the great city of Baghdad Then I looked at the captain's face again. I knew him! ing What was his name I asked. "What was the young merchant's name "His name was Sindbad. I nearly fell to the ground. I am Sindbad, 1 said. The good are mine! The captain looked at me, half angry and half-sad. What can 1 do?' he asked. You say that you are Sindbad But perhaps you say that because you want his goods. The sea took Sindbad when the island moved. The sailors and the merchants on my ship saw it too. Captain. I said, listen to my story. Then you will know that I am Sindbad. And I told him my story from the time of our first meeting in Basra. And do you remember the fish-island I asked. Your merchants made a fire there and it moved. I fell into the sea, but I sat on a box from the ship for days. He stopped me and began to smile. "It in you, Sindbad!" he said. The other merchants came and talked to ne.