‘Dear friends, more than one man, or two, should know those things Circe foresaw for us and shared with me, so let me tell her forecast: then we die with our eyes open, if we are going to die, or know what death we baffle if we can. Sirens weaving a haunting song over the sea.We are to shun, she said, and their green shore all sweet with clover; yet she urged that I alone should listen to their song. Therefore you are to tie me up, tight as a splint, erect along the mast, lashed to the mast, and if I shout and beg to be untied, take more turns of the rope to muffle me.’ I rather dwelt on this part of the forecast, while our good ship made time, bound outward down the wind for the strange island of Sirens.
Odysseus made ear plugs out of wax so that his crew would not fall under the sirens spell.
Let me go. Let me go. Please. Let me go.
When the the Sirens sang their song Odysseus began to yell at his crew to untie him.
Thank you for helping me through this, men
After the sirens had passed Odysseus and his crew moved on to their next challenge