A week ago, we struggled with the sea. Our ship was almost overturned by the powerful waves. Poseidon must be angry with us, or perhaps, it is Calypso's rage. Never the less, we landed on a treacherous island with dangers lurking around every corner. We walked through the forest to discover a cave full of livestock and plenty of food. Our men were hungry and both of us agreed that we should take the livestock, whoever's it may be, and make a run for it. We proposed this plan to the rest of the men, but Odysseus intervened. He needed to satisfy his own desires and curiousity to see what creature lived in this cave.
So, starving and helpless to whatever comes back to this cave, we entered into the unknown. I slept restless that night, waiting for the beast or man to return home. This giant monster with only one eye that towered above us atleast 100 feet entered the dark lair. We cowered in the corner, but he spotted us and screamed in anger. A giant bellow that rung in my ears. He grabbed our best soldier, Potalur, and tore his body into many pieces throwing bits of human flesh across our petrified faces. He ate everything except the foot and threw it towards Odysseus, in a way of telling him who was in charge. This continued for several nights, until Odysseus tempted him with wine. That night, Odysseus came up with a plan, which all the men thought was ridiculous and foolish to attempt. But still we went charging with a large spear covered in burning embers, hurling it into the Cyclopes eye. Galantrutus ran the fastest away from the beast squirming in pain, to the safety of the far wall. Odysseus continued to wait, we did not understand why, why wasnt he getting us out of here faster? Why wasnt he bringing us home to our friends and to our family? But in the end, we got out alive.
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