Alone, yet I have eventually sailed back to Ithaca. Though I am not convinced. Everything seems so… strange. I was a approached by an unknown shepherd. They acted as if they knew who I were! I used my cunning to allow them to reveal themselves, and soon I realise it is my muse, Athena in disguise. She tells me that it is now time to take hand upon my kingdom once more, and destroy the suitors savaging my home and courting my Penelope. Yet for a few moments I must remain in disguise as a beggar of sorts to prevent uproar.
She has also informed me to hide in-front of my old servant’s home, Eumaeus. Athena says that my son, Telemachus has sought for news of his long lost father. How I miss him dearly! It has been twenty years.

All my men. Gone. I, alone, somehow managed to land upon the island of the immortal beauty Calypso as an unwillingly prisoner. (Little did I know I was going to become her lover for, say, seven years)
Though my muse, Athena, intervened without my knowing. Demanding her father, Zeus, to order Calypso to send me home.
Yet Calypso tried to bribe me! With immortality and luxury, and that she is superior to my wife, Penelope. In a strife, attempting to get out of this mess with my lover, I told her that she is indeed superior, but I simply want to go home.
She let me go.

After that fine and dandy encounter with Scylla and Charybdis, a whirlpool was created by the two goons and my crew and I have landed upon the island of the Sun God. Circe had warned I, to not eat the golden cattle that inhabited such an Island. I warned my crew about this, despite the fact that we were all famished and fatigued and we desperately wanted to feast.
I had napped due to so much exhaust but apparently, my crew had roasted and eaten the golden cattle! The blind fools have went against my words and destroyed themselves. We decided to set sail due to fear of what would next occur… the weather appeared great.
As we were upon the vast sea, there appeared to be a sudden mishap… lighting struck. It struck our ship. It struck my sailors. Dead.
Then I was left, all alone, upon a piece of driftwood, wherever the rapid and strong sea may take me.


I have left the Island of the Dead with my crew. Yet we are encountering a problem- female-like monsters, with bird legs seem to be in our way. The siren sisters. Ugly as hell, yet with voices so beautiful and pure, they can lure any man into their clutches. Circe had warned me about this. Before we moved any further, I pasted my crews ears with honey-wax, and had them tie me to the mast. We had eventually made it through, yet something else, bigger and much more deadly awaited us.
We encountered a strait. Two monsters awaited us once more! Under the names Scylla and Charybdis, they were once beautiful women, now turned into a six headed monster (Scylla) and a giant bladder (Charybdis). I used my quick wits and wondered what route would be best to take- to near Scylla, or to near Charybdis? Unfortunately, Charybdis could swallow my crew and I entirely. Scylla simply had six heads, thus being a safer bet, as I’d much rather prefer losing six of my sailors over my entire ship. As sad as it sounds.
So we ventured toward Scylla, and she simply gobbled up six of my men.






