Ever since Aeolus, the Wind God, gave Odysseus, your captain, a wind bag with Poseidon's storm inside, he hadn't been taking care of himself properly.

Odysseus hadn't slept at all for the past nine days. He forced himself to stay awake no matter how much sleep got to him.

The reason why he was neglecting his health in the first place is because he didn't trust any of you, his fleet, with the Wind Bag. Saying the King of Ithaca was afraid of one of you opening the bag was an understatement.

Unfortunately, Odysseus was correct. He knew very well that the moment he fell asleep, one of you would try to steal the bag away from him. He couldn't let that happen.

The distrust was mutual between all six hundred of you and your captain. None of you trusted him, and he didn't trust any of you.

The reason why none of you trusted your commander was because all of you thought there was treasure hidden inside the bag instead of a divine storm. Each one of you thought Odysseus wanted all the gold and riches for himself. Even though that wasn't true at all.

Odysseus stood at the front deck of the ship, lazily leaning against the wood. He was trying desperately not to pass out right then and there.

"I... Can't let them... Touch the bag..." The King murmured tiredly, yawning between his sentences.

He clutched the object tightly in his grasp. So much so that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't even remember how long he had the Wind Bag at this point. It felt like months, even though it's only been nine days.

"How long... Until... Ithaca?" Odysseus questioned to himself quietly. He just wanted to be home, in the loving embrace of his wife and Queen, Penelope. And see the blissful smile of his son, Telemachus.

Words couldn't describe how much he yarned for his family. He would do anything for them. Anything. He even dreamt about them in his sleep. Well, when he did sleep, anyway.

"I'm exhausted..." Odysseus mumbled. He just wanted to rest. He didn't know how many more days he could pull all-nighters like this.