"Even though we all love Odysseus, he alone of the Greek heroes has been waylaid on his journey home from Troy. When he put out the eye of the giant Cyclops, he provoked the wrath of the God of Earthquakes."
"Odysseus lives still, though marooned, without a crew of oarsmen to stroke him home."
Taking trident in both hands, Poseidon stirs the sea into a fury and lashes up rain and squall. Mast and sail are torn away, Odysseus is thrown overboard and buried under a wall of water.
A goddess, Leucothea appears to him in the form of a bird. She counsels him to swim for it. "Take my veil, tie it around your waist as a charm against drowning. When you reach shore, be sure to throw it back into the sea."
"and when we have made a sacrifice to the gods and entertained our visitor, we will give thought to speeding his journey home."
Penelope rushes into his arms. The joy they share is like that of a drowning man who feels solid ground beneath his feet once more.