Sinbad's a man of power and riches, he didn't quite grew on them, but the hard work throughout his years had paid off, all his journeys through the seas had left a mark on both his reputation and other people's stories.

Some called him a 'First Class Human' others, 'the Great King of the Seven Seas Alliance'... but something that everyone knew the now king as, was definitely 'the flirt of the Seven Seas' and all kinds of names that referred to his womanizing personality.

So why was the great Sinbad suddenly so focused on finding you?

Truthfully, the purple-haired man hadn't expected to be so drunk on you. Sinbad had never thought a one-night stand which he couldn't even remember properly, would sear itself into his mind like this one had. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he had even actually touched you that night, in a country far away, a few months ago.

And now, there he was, pathetically describing your appearance to painters and whatnot of his country between enamoured sighs and poetry so cheesy it had even his domestic vessels avoiding him as most as possible, cringing from second-hand embarrassment at his little rants.

He knew putting up posters of 'wanted' for you was the easiest way to catch your attention and to avoid looking like a lovesick puppy to his people. He was a prideful man, after all.