Back in Ithica

I was the only one to survive the encounter with Charybdis and Scylla. I then, with a little help from the now merciful gods who have seen how much trouble I have gone through in the past 10 years managed my way back to Ithica, just to find my house filled with suitors who apparently almost ever since I left, were trying to marry my wife. But with a little bit of help from Athena and my son I managed to drive all of them from my house. This is going to be my last entry in my blog because I have nothing else to write about, nothing else that would interest the common person anyway.

The Monsters

We had just reached the point in this unfortunate adventure that I hoped we would never have to reach. We now needed to pass the Scylla and Charybdis. These were two of the most gruesome monsters that you could ever hope not to see within a mile of each other, and we needed to face them. Some of us were going to die, it was just a question of who and how many. We needed to just make a mad dash through the strait in which these monsters were in. As we sailed past the Scylla, the Scylla picked up six men off of my boat in its six mouths. Good, we were past one part. But now we needed to get past the whirlpool of Charybdis. My remaining men tried to go around the whirlpool, but its current was too strong. It pulled us in...

Passed the Sirens

Months later my crew and I were about to pass by the Sirens, the beautiful women who sang their song that would make men crash their boats into rocks or throw themselves off the edge of their boat. I wanted to hear them though. I told all my men to put beeswax in their ears so they could not hear the sound of the singing and to tie me to the mast and no matter how much I told them to untie me because of the singing's madness, they should not untie me. We passed by the sirens and as I expected I was shouting to my men to untie me but they remained loyal to me and did not untie me. They kept on rowing and we made it past the sirens and their singing of death.

Almost made it, but didn't

After many more months of traveling at sea, we came upon the kingdom which Aeolus, King of the Winds rules over. He understood all the troubles we had gone through already, (The Land of the Lotus Eaters plus more that I haven't had time to write about) so he gave us great hospitality for about a month and then gave us a bag of wind that he told us not to open until we were back to Ithica because it held in all of the bad winds that would cause storms and blow us off course. This was quite gracious of him and we had almost made it back to Ithica when one of my sailors got curious and opened the bag. We then got hurled across the sea and we were lost, again.

Land of the Lotus Eaters

The few men that were still sailing with me and I had just spotted land for the first time in a very long time. We were running low on supplies like water and food so we needed to land on the island to seek out natives willing to give us help, or supplies. But when we landed we found more than help, we found more hospitality than we would expect from our families. My men were enjoying this, but I was becoming very suspicious about these people. Then, they offered me a pink lotus flower to eat. I noticed that all my men were eating them, so I ate one. I slowly lost awareness of my surroundings and started to eat more and more lotus flowers. Then I realized what they were doing to me, so I stopped and gathered all of my men together. We then encountered resistance from the foreigners. We fought them off and left to try and get back to Greece again...

Lost at sea

As it turns out, my suspicions about Agamemnon's actions that I thought might have angered the gods did end up angering the gods. As our fleet was sailing away from Troy, the men that sailed with me and many others got blown very far off course to some unknown land where we then awaited what would come of us.

Finally out of Troy!

After 10 years of fighting in the Trojan War, I am finally leaving this terrible battleground. The goddess Athena had come to me in a dream telling me to build a giant, hollow, wooden horse and hide Greek soldiers in it and give it to the Trojans to trick them into thinking that we Greeks had surrendered. But when nightime came around, we all got out of the horse and opened up the gates to the city to let the majority of the greek forces in and we all started to burn the city to ashes. Now though, Agamemnon, that fool, he has angered the gods and refuses to sacrifice his daughter to the god Zeus... May the gods have mercy on us all.