The Golden Shore 2
Although I tried as best I could to hide from the ugly brute, he no sooner awoke than I was snatched up in one of his enormous hands. However, instead of consuming me like some dainty he in a very refined manner asked me who I was and how I came to be on this island.
Explaining to him as well as I could, for I had not yet recovered much from my unfortunate ordeal at sea, I told him I was Sindbad and had left my home in Baghdad and sailed from Bussorah almost sixty days ago. I had however been shipwrecked and washed up here after clinging to some timbers which were all that remained of my ship. I was suitably astonished when he responded in kind and told me that he too was a native of my own country and that if I was able to show him the way, he would carry both of us back there.
The means of doing this were no less extraordinary, for he claimed that once the sun had set he was embued with the power of walking on the sea as if it were dry land. The only reason he had not already left this lonesome island he said was because he was unable to find his way from here to the next island in time before the sun rose and was sure he would drown in the open sea if he did not reach there by then.
I assured him that while I was merely a merchant and not a sea captain, I could certainly direct him as I had made some efforts to learn the ways of navigation albeit in a casual way primarily as a method of relieving my boredom while on long voyages. As we were not far off from a series of islands just beyond which lay the mainland, we agreed to set off as soon as the sun set.
(From the 8th Voyage of Sindbad. Image made in Sterlinware 2.)