Sinbad and Bryn stood on the deck of the Nomad.
Sinbad looked down at Bryn and smiled trying to hide a laugh.
Bryn gave him a funny look. "Whats so funny?"
"I'm just thinking what it will be like to have a baby running arownd on the Nomad."
Bryn rolled her eyes. "Babys can't run.
Sinbad smirked. "You know what I mean. Its going to be weird."
"It'll be a nice change."
Simbad smiled putting his hand on her stomack. "It will."
The two of them talked for a while more untill Doubar called Sinbad to take the tiller.
Bryn went and picked up the bucket she had been using to scrub the decks.
Now 9 months pregnant that was about all she could do.
Brynworked for a while and wondering why the deck was not comming clean she turned the brush over.
The brisles that were left were so worn the were falling out.
Bryn reached for another one but was unable to reach the bucket.
Standing up on the wet deck she leaed over but slipped and fell.
She hit the deck head first.
Everyone came running to her aid.
Firouz yelled for her to be brought down stairs.
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After several hours Firouz exited the cabin to where Sinbad and Doubar had been waitting.
"Well." He said "The baby will be fine. She is a beautiful baby girl."
This was all were and good but the real question remained.
"And Bryn?"
"Sinbad I'm sorry. She lost too much blood."
Sinbad couldn't say anything he just ptu his head in his hands.
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Sometime later.
Sinbad stood by the rail of the ship holding his baby girl.
Doubar came up behind them.
"How is she?"
"Oh just being her sweet self." He said with a smile.
"Are you going to be OK?" Doubar asked putting his hand on Sinbads shoulder.
"We'll be fine." He looked down at the baby. "Right Bryn."