Finally, I departed from the awful and depressing underworld and traveled to Aeaea to give Elpenor a proper burial. I am embarrassed to say this, but I spent one last night making love to Kirke. She described the obsticles that I would have to face on my journey home and she tod me how to deal with them. When facing the sirens, she tells me to put beeswax in the ears of my crew and to tie me up to the mast of my ship and to keep pulling me tighter to the mast as I beg to them to release me. Once we had past the islands of the sirens, we had to navigate the straits between Scylla and Charybdis. Scylla, the six headed monster, ends up eating one of my men for each head and ends up eating six in all. Even with this horrible tragidy, we still stayed strong and made it past Charybdis, which is a gigantic whirlpool that threatens to swallow whole ships. Next, we come to Thrinacia, the island of the sun. Personally, I thought it would be a good idea to avoid this island, but Eurylochus told me that he and the rest of the crew needed rest and shelter, so I decided to honor their request. I had them promise not to touch any of the cattle or sheep. The crew promised and didn't touch or kill the sheep and lived on the very little food we had left. Then, a terrible storm hit and we were stranded on this island for a month. We were finally running very low on food, and that stupid fool Eurylochus talked to my crew and told them to slaughter some of the animals and use them as a sacrifice. This irritated me because Kirke told us not to do this because it would anger the gods. He said that dying of starvation was pathetic, so the crew agreed to help him. Also, they chose to do this while I was asleep. Figures that they make bad decisions without me. When Helios found out that my men killed the animals he was not too pleased, and asked Zeus to punish us. Zeus, of course, agrees and stirs up a huge storm while we are sailing away. The storm killed all of my crew and destroyed my ship. Leaving only myself, I ended up back on Ogygia or Kalypso's island. I ended my story hear because the Phaeacians already heard about that production. In life, this shows that if one refuses to follow strong orders, there will be severe consequences.
