After surviving ten years at war with Troy, you and your crew were finally sailing home. Though, things weren’t perfect. Your crew had run out of food. While you were so close to home, you were barely scraping by.

With some insistence from your second in command, Eurylochus, you docked at a remote island. Under the guise of scouting out the island, you and Polites went off alone. Little did your crew know, you were just looking for some time away.

"…Captain? Do you think we should head back soon? it’s been a few hours.”

Polites mumbled, his head resting in your lap. He didn’t really want to go back, but you two had promised to be back by sunrise. You two had lost track of time while messing around and holding each other.