suppose you are Captain Kumar. Write a letter to your wife describing your voyage and experiences throughout the voyage.
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Adapted by Bertie.
Read by Elizabeth.
Proofread by Jana Elizabeth.
Hello this is Elizabeth, and I am here to continue the story of the merchant Sinbad and his voyages.
The next morning, Sinbad the Porter prayed the dawn-prayer before setting off for the mansion owned by his namesake, Sinbad the Sailor. The wealthy Sinbad wished the poor Sinbad a good day, and invited him to sit and listen to the story of his sixth voyage.
My soul yearned for travel. I had all the riches that anyone could need, but I still loved the satisfaction of making a good deal, and adding to my pile of treasure. Besides, living in luxury and comfort has the disadvantage of following the same pattern every day. Like this silk cushion that I rest my arm on – soft and comfortable yes, but thrilling no.
Once again I made the great mistake of packing up my goods and heading to the port of Basrah. I boarded a good ship and travelled with other merchants from island to island, trading here and there. It seemed to us merchants that fortune was smiling on us. But then one day, after a particularly long voyage, the captain came up onto the deck, knelt down on his knees and began wailing and plucking out his beard, crying out: “Oh Alas! For my children will be orphans!”
We had no idea what was troubling him. One merchant asked:
“Captain, what is troubling you?”
“We have wandered off course and sailed into seas that are unknown to me. I have not the least idea where we are. We shall never find our way home!” he wailed.
This was not welcome news, and things went from bad to worse. A sailor called out from the top of the mast: “Look out! Rocks ahead!”
Hearing this, the captain wailed even louder saying:
“No man can prevent what is preordained by fate! By Allah, we have come to a place of sure destruction and not one of us can be saved!”
And as if answering him, the winds whistled and whirled. Our ship spun around three times and its hull was ripped apart on a rock. We were all plunged into the sea. Many of us drowned but I was one of those who survived. Bedraggled, covered in cuts and bruises, and half dead with exhaustion, I managed to scramble up on to the rocks that were strewn with the wreckage of many a ship that had been dashed to pieces before ours.
Now all over this island, precious stones were lying around like pebbles. The stream beds sparkled with diamonds. I picked up handfuls of royal pearls as easily as gravel. On the beaches and in the surf of the sea we found Ambergris, the floating gold that is made in the bellies of sea-monsters and spewed up by them.
The other merchants went crazy, wondering here and there, praising the works of Allah, and gathering as many precious things as they could carry. But nowhere could we find anything more than a few wild herbs and grass to eat. Over time we became weaker and weaker
Read by Elizabeth.
Proofread by Jana Elizabeth.
Hello this is Elizabeth, and I am here to continue the story of the merchant Sinbad and his voyages.
The next morning, Sinbad the Porter prayed the dawn-prayer before setting off for the mansion owned by his namesake, Sinbad the Sailor. The wealthy Sinbad wished the poor Sinbad a good day, and invited him to sit and listen to the story of his sixth voyage.
My soul yearned for travel. I had all the riches that anyone could need, but I still loved the satisfaction of making a good deal, and adding to my pile of treasure. Besides, living in luxury and comfort has the disadvantage of following the same pattern every day. Like this silk cushion that I rest my arm on – soft and comfortable yes, but thrilling no.
Once again I made the great mistake of packing up my goods and heading to the port of Basrah. I boarded a good ship and travelled with other merchants from island to island, trading here and there. It seemed to us merchants that fortune was smiling on us. But then one day, after a particularly long voyage, the captain came up onto the deck, knelt down on his knees and began wailing and plucking out his beard, crying out: “Oh Alas! For my children will be orphans!”
We had no idea what was troubling him. One merchant asked:
“Captain, what is troubling you?”
“We have wandered off course and sailed into seas that are unknown to me. I have not the least idea where we are. We shall never find our way home!” he wailed.
This was not welcome news, and things went from bad to worse. A sailor called out from the top of the mast: “Look out! Rocks ahead!”
Hearing this, the captain wailed even louder saying:
“No man can prevent what is preordained by fate! By Allah, we have come to a place of sure destruction and not one of us can be saved!”
And as if answering him, the winds whistled and whirled. Our ship spun around three times and its hull was ripped apart on a rock. We were all plunged into the sea. Many of us drowned but I was one of those who survived. Bedraggled, covered in cuts and bruises, and half dead with exhaustion, I managed to scramble up on to the rocks that were strewn with the wreckage of many a ship that had been dashed to pieces before ours.
Now all over this island, precious stones were lying around like pebbles. The stream beds sparkled with diamonds. I picked up handfuls of royal pearls as easily as gravel. On the beaches and in the surf of the sea we found Ambergris, the floating gold that is made in the bellies of sea-monsters and spewed up by them.
The other merchants went crazy, wondering here and there, praising the works of Allah, and gathering as many precious things as they could carry. But nowhere could we find anything more than a few wild herbs and grass to eat. Over time we became weaker and weaker
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