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My feet ache; head churning, and a dull pain in my side. My face is barely recognizable at this state. Is there any way to make this stop? This cruel punishment isn’t something I find myself deserving of. What did I do? Did I say something wrong? Oh wait, yeah I think I did.
A dark laughter could be heard throughout the ship. Many heads turned toward the sound as their work is forgotten for a few moments before they went back, acting as if nothing had happened.

[A Year Before Hand]

“Are we all ready to board?” A calm strong voice asked his crew.
“Aye sir!”
The whole pack padded onto the great ship and started to arrange their personal items. The water is glittering with the rising sun, heads lifting to watch the canvas of colors across the sky. Every so often you’d see a stray crewman gaping at the view before his mate bumps into him and smiles at the knowing face. They were all excited for the journey and every man was willing to leave everything for the opportunity. As you looked over the side of the ship you could see the many wives and children of the crew crying and waving at their husbands and fathers. It was a very emotional time and mixed feelings were also had.
A hand pats me hard on the back unexpectedly and I fall forward onto the wooden planks. The man chuckles as I groan and attempt to sit and look at who it is. My eyes blink at the bright sun flowing around his face. After a few moments I gape at the sight. The sun glowed across his tanned features. He is very good looking and I couldn’t seem to find any words.
Thankfully he spoke up, “You ok? I don’t know my own strength sometimes…even thought that’s very cliché of me to say.”
He laughs at himself and offers a hand to help me stand. I take it, still shocked. Who is this man that seems so friendly?
“Um…I’m sorry but what is your name?” I ask nervously.
“Oh I don’t recall us being formally acquainted. My name is Odysseus. Very pleased to meet you.” He bows low and majestically. His golden brown hair shines in the bright light and I feel a need to touch it coming over me. I shake my head to clear my mind and quickly bow in response. God I’m such a spazz.
“Well aren’t we being all polite over here,” Tycho, a friend of mine, said as he heads over to join us. He’s the one person that I can absolutely trust. He has soft green eyes that make you want to tell him everything about yourself. His skin is milky smooth though he’s out in the sun most of his days. His passion is a bow and arrow and he has skill with it also. There’s just this air about him that no one can deny.
I blush as I realize what he’s said. Looking down I hear Odysseus speak, “What may your name be?”
“I’m Tycho if that’s what you’re asking.”
Tycho has never exactly understood common politeness and usually I end up apologizing for him. Right before I start my normal intervening Odysseus speaks up with a low laugh and soon he’s outright in hysterics. My eyes go wide as the whole scene unfolds. Other crewmembers start to stare and I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable in the situation.
Odysseus begins to compose himself, “ My name is Odysseus. It’s very nice to meet you.” This time he didn’t bend down to bow, as the situation didn’t allow so.
Tycho’s eyes go wide, “Do you mean that you are the captain of this ship, our soon to be leader? The one who brought us all together for this magnificent journey?”
This current information sinks in and I soon lose all feeling in my legs. I head over to a chair and bend over with my head in my hands. I just made a complete fool of myself in front of the captain. How will I ever fix this? A hand pats my shoulder and I look up to see Odysseus smiling at me, “Don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong. Actually I was wondering if you’d be interested in being my personal assistant. That is if you want to at least. This isn’t an obligation or anything. Just your own choice.”
I stutter, “W-why?”
Tycho glares at me, “Just give the man an answer!”
“I-I y-yes I’d l-love to.”
“That’s good to hear. Just come to my personal quarters after you’ve settled in. I’ll give you your instructions then,” A bright smile spread across Odysseus face.
Everything that I was expecting out of this trip has now changed. I have new goals and with now being at the right hand of the captain I’m hoping to be of great help. I’ve never wished for glory or fame, as those things have never appealed to me. Just being of some use is good enough for me.
We land on an island unpredictably as we are about to change pace. The dense fog clouded our view for quite a long time before we realized that we had landed. The ramp was lowered onto the sandy beach and a small group of men go to explore the island while the rest of us prepare to camp on the shore.
“It’s such a thick forest. I’m sure that there will be plenty of meat around,” Odysseus informed the rest of the crew as he wiped his brow with a stray cloth.
“Would you like me to gather a group to hunt our dinner for tonight?” I try to sound official per usual but something about this place isn’t settling well with me.
Odysseus looks down at me for a few seconds before replying, “Yes, that will be fine.”
I do what I suggested and find a group of men lazing around a completed tent. I send them out into the now black woodland, watching as their outlines slowly disappear. I feel as if I just sent them to their death, a guilty slime coating my stomach. I move to sturdy myself against a stack of boxes that haven’t been unpacked yet. As I attempt to calm my stomach I listen for the bright sounds of the forest but find that only the echoes of our men can be heard. Something isn’t right. A dense, healthy wood should be filled with the vast noises of animals.

Description
My feet ache; head churning, and a dull pain in my side. My face is barely recognizable at this state. Is there any way to make this stop? This cruel punishment isn’t something I find myself deserving of. What did I do? Did I say something wrong? Oh wait, yeah I think I did.
A dark laughter could be heard throughout the ship. Many heads turned toward the sound as their work is forgotten for a few moments before they went back, acting as if nothing had happened.

[A Year Before Hand]

“Are we all ready to board?” A calm strong voice asked his crew.
“Aye sir!”
The whole pack padded onto the great ship and started to arrange their personal items. The water is glittering with the rising sun, heads lifting to watch the canvas of colors across the sky. Every so often you’d see a stray crewman gaping at the view before his mate bumps into him and smiles at the knowing face. They were all excited for the journey and every man was willing to leave everything for the opportunity. As you looked over the side of the ship you could see the many wives and children of the crew crying and waving at their husbands and fathers. It was a very emotional time and mixed feelings were also had.
A hand pats me hard on the back unexpectedly and I fall forward onto the wooden planks. The man chuckles as I groan and attempt to sit and look at who it is. My eyes blink at the bright sun flowing around his face. After a few moments I gape at the sight. The sun glowed across his tanned features. He is very good looking and I couldn’t seem to find any words.
Thankfully he spoke up, “You ok? I don’t know my own strength sometimes…even thought that’s very cliché of me to say.”
He laughs at himself and offers a hand to help me stand. I take it, still shocked. Who is this man that seems so friendly?
“Um…I’m sorry but what is your name?” I ask nervously.
“Oh I don’t recall us being formally acquainted. My name is Odysseus. Very pleased to meet you.” He bows low and majestically. His golden brown hair shines in the bright light and I feel a need to touch it coming over me. I shake my head to clear my mind and quickly bow in response. God I’m such a spazz.
“Well aren’t we being all polite over here,” Tycho, a friend of mine, said as he heads over to join us. He’s the one person that I can absolutely trust. He has soft green eyes that make you want to tell him everything about yourself. His skin is milky smooth though he’s out in the sun most of his days. His passion is a bow and arrow and he has skill with it also. There’s just this air about him that no one can deny.
I blush as I realize what he’s said. Looking down I hear Odysseus speak, “What may your name be?”
“I’m Tycho if that’s what you’re asking.”
Tycho has never exactly understood common politeness and usually I end up apologizing for him. Right before I start my normal intervening Odysseus speaks up with a low laugh and soon he’s outright in hysterics. My eyes go wide as the whole scene unfolds. Other crewmembers start to stare and I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable in the situation.
Odysseus begins to compose himself, “ My name is Odysseus. It’s very nice to meet you.” This time he didn’t bend down to bow, as the situation didn’t allow so.
Tycho’s eyes go wide, “Do you mean that you are the captain of this ship, our soon to be leader? The one who brought us all together for this magnificent journey?”
This current information sinks in and I soon lose all feeling in my legs. I head over to a chair and bend over with my head in my hands. I just made a complete fool of myself in front of the captain. How will I ever fix this? A hand pats my shoulder and I look up to see Odysseus smiling at me, “Don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong. Actually I was wondering if you’d be interested in being my personal assistant. That is if you want to at least. This isn’t an obligation or anything. Just your own choice.”
I stutter, “W-why?”
Tycho glares at me, “Just give the man an answer!”
“I-I y-yes I’d l-love to.”
“That’s good to hear. Just come to my personal quarters after you’ve settled in. I’ll give you your instructions then,” A bright smile spread across Odysseus face.
Everything that I was expecting out of this trip has now changed. I have new goals and with now being at the right hand of the captain I’m hoping to be of great help. I’ve never wished for glory or fame, as those things have never appealed to me. Just being of some use is good enough for me.
We land on an island unpredictably as we are about to change pace. The dense fog clouded our view for quite a long time before we realized that we had landed. The ramp was lowered onto the sandy beach and a small group of men go to explore the island while the rest of us prepare to camp on the shore.
“It’s such a thick forest. I’m sure that there will be plenty of meat around,” Odysseus informed the rest of the crew as he wiped his brow with a stray cloth.
“Would you like me to gather a group to hunt our dinner for tonight?” I try to sound official per usual but something about this place isn’t settling well with me.
Odysseus looks down at me for a few seconds before replying, “Yes, that will be fine.”
I do what I suggested and find a group of men lazing around a completed tent. I send them out into the now black woodland, watching as their outlines slowly disappear. I feel as if I just sent them to their death, a guilty slime coating my stomach. I move to sturdy myself against a stack of boxes that haven’t been unpacked yet. As I attempt to calm my stomach I listen for the bright sounds of the forest but find that only the echoes of our men can be heard. Something isn’t right. A dense, healthy wood should be filled with the vast noises of animals.