Oh, no, the old prophecy has come true! I was told Odysseus would rob me of my sight, but I always expected some giant of giant of a man, not a puny trickster like you!
Poseidon, earth-shaker, god of the sable locks, if I am indeed your son, grant me revenge on Odysseus of Ithaca! Let him never reach his home, or if the other gods decree that he must let him come late, after long suffering, with all of his comrades dead, and let him find trouble waiting for him at home!
So he prayed, and the god heard him. Then he seized another boulder, even bigger than before, and hurled it after us. But this time it landed behind our ship, and the wave pushed us swiftly forward until we came to the little island where our comrades were waiting.