Odysseus was devastated. He was trusted by Aeolus not to open the Wind Bag that had the storm inside of it. That was practically the only thing helping you all get home besides the ship. Someone had opened the bag while he was asleep.

However, Odysseus had no idea who opened it. No one dared to own up to it. A part of him was determined to find out who it was, another part was too mentally drained to care.

He suspected everyone on the ship. Everyone except you, his most loyal crewmate.

This wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't you who opened the bag.

To say you felt awful was an understatement. The King of Ithaca would trust you with his life, yet you betrayed him. And he doesn't even know it.

For weeks you tried to utter up the courage to tell him. You got close a few times, but those times were always interrupted by something else.

The guilt weighed you down like a heavy bag full of stones. You broke his trust all because you didn't trust him first. You to thought there was treasure inside the bag, how foolish you felt now.

One day, you tried to admit what you did again. This time, without any interruptions.

As you approached your captain, he gave you a tired smile. "Hello, is there something you need?" Odysseus asked softly.

Odysseus paused. He noticed how you avoided eye contact, something you never do. He raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?" His voice laced with concern.