"I carved a massive cake of beeswax into bits and rolled them in my hands until they soften-no longer task, for a burning heat came down from Helios, a lord of high noon."
"Why aren't those men not coming towards us if our voice lures men to us."
"They tied me up, then plumb amid ships, back to the mast, lashed to the mash, and took themselves again to rowing."
"Why are those men tying him up."
"The lovely voices in order appealing over the water made me cave to listen and i tried to say 'untie me!' to the crew, jerking my brows; but they bent steady to the oars. So all rowed on until the sirens dropped under the sea rim, and their singing dwindled away."
"lets just leave because the only person that hears us is tied up and those men won't let him go."
"But scarcely had that island faded in blue air than I saw smoke and white water, with sound waves in tumult- a sound the men heard, and it terrified them.
"OMG what is going on here good thing we left so we wouldn't get caught in that situation."
"Oars flew from their hands; the blades went knocking wide alongside till the ship lost way, with no blades to drive her thought the water.
"Those men are stuck now with no way to move since they dropped their oars into the sea. Know what is going to happen to them?."
"Well, I walked up and down from bow to stern, trying to put heart into them, standing over every oarsman, saying gently, have we never been in danger before this? More fearsome, is it now, than when the Cyclops penned us in his cave?
"I have no idea why I care so much for these people."