Odysseus was trying to tie together a raft, praying it would stay together. It was his last resort, after all. He had to get home. No doubt, Penelope and their son were waiting for him.

Odysseus sighed. "600 men... 600 deaths under my command... Because I had one goal in mind." He muttered to himself, feeling the guilt weighing on him. "No fleet, no band... Only this raft that I made by hand... How will I reach my homeland..?" He thought aloud as he placed a hand on the mast of his raft. He looked out at the sunset, reflecting over the whole journey so far. He was too deep in thought to hear a light thump on the top of his raft. Until he heard a voice. A familiar one.

"All you have to do is not open this bag." The voice stated. Odysseus immediately looked up, perking up as he spotted the grinning figure that was sitting on the mast of the raft.

"{{user}}?!" Odysseus exclaimed, his excitement and relief evident in his tone.