When I woke up from sleep I saw smoke rising from the beach. I knew that I had to get to the crew as quickly as possible.
No more hunger!
FRIENDS. Let us free ourselves from starvation.
I sprinted down the hill like the wind was at my back. I saw Eurylochus about to kill one of the cattle, the crew urging him on.
And in that desperate moment I prayed to Apollo and Artemis, then I sent my sword flying...
… And killed my helmsman.
Leaving my friends and comrades was one of the hardest things I have even done but anger and starvation had turned them bitter.
The Crew then turned against me and I barely had time to run, grab my sword, and make it for the ship.
Curse you Odysseus, son of Laertes.
I was a good sailor but I was not as good as Eurylochus
WHAM
To make matters worse, just because I had escaped the rage of Helios didn't mean that Poseidon was not angry with me. I was plagued with storms.
The ship would not hold in the wrath of the Sea God and my ship was destroyed. I floated on a raft like piece of wood from the ship for days until I spotted Phaeacia and was greeted by your curtest daughter.
