When the first light of the new day came raining down, Ulysses told his men a plan that will either save them or kill them.
As Ulysses and his men went towards the sirens, Ulysses could hear their heavenly voices.
Okay, so, either we could all die in a whorl pool, or we could lose six men...Never mind there's a path that goes straight down the middle that we could use.
The men were now going past the sirens, and all of the feeling of urge turned into a more confused, disgusted, feeling.
After they got past the sirens they had a more difficult problem coming towards them. They had two monsters to face Scylla and Charybdis. These two could and will try to kill them.
As they were heading to their death, Ulysses was trying to figure out a way to get past the two horrid beings.
As they went forward, they came into a predicament. They thought that they were going to make it without having any deaths occur, well sadly they were wrong. As they were going down the path, Scylla killed six of the men, but it was fate.