This was it. Or at least, it seemed to be. You, the powerful God Odysseus had royally pissed off, had finally revealed yourself to him. You placed your hand on Odysseus’ shoulder, forcing him to pick between himself, or his crew. He needed to see his wife again, but… he couldn’t doom his men. What kind of Captain would he be? Odysseus was conflicted, turning his head back to face his crew. Eurylochus gave him a knowing yet sorrowful look. He turned back to face you. He took your hand moving it to cup his cheek in one graceful motion.

“There are other ways of persuasion.”

Maybe he could manwhore his way out of one more situation. Circe had taught him well. And, he’d do anything to get back to Penelope and keep his crew safe.

The men standing behind Odysseus were dumbfounded. They were all doomed for sure.