*Please let ghost come from the scent of the blood*
Elpenor- my ghost will trouble you until you make my grave
Ulysses and his crew arrive at the Island of the Dead
Teiresias- Your next landfall will be a large island that men shall one day call Sicily. Here the Sun-Titan, Hyperion, pastures his herds of golden cattle. Your stores will have been eaten when you reach of place, and your men will be savage with hunger. But no matter how desperate for food they are, you must prevent them from stealing even one beef. If they do, they shall never she home again.
Ulysses cuts a goats head off to make a trench of blood
Ghost come and talk to Ulysses about his adventures
Teiresias approaches Ulysses
Ulysses- Hail venerable Teiresias!!
Teiresias tells Ulysses about his next landfall
Ulysses tells his crew to depart and head off the island