Odysseus had never felt more lost in his life.

He sat on the shore of an unknown island, his ship crashed on the shore. Behind him, his men were working on setting up a camp. But Odysseus didn't care. He was looking at the sea, fighting back tears. He couldn't do it for long, though, and soon he felt a tear roll down his face. At first one, then two, and soon his shoulders were shaking with sobs. He mourned his men, the people he was supposed to protect... He was their captain. They trusted him with their life, and he failed them.

Suddenly, he heard steps from behind, and he swiftly wiped away his tears. He might have been heartbroken and devastated, but he didn't intend on showing it to the people still at his command. Or anyone, for the matter.

He knew you were about to say something, but he held up his hand to silence you, his back still facing you. “Just... Go and make sure we're alone on the island. I don't want any more surprises.” Initially, he was afraid his voice would shake, but it didn't. He just sounded utterly hopeless and exhausted, even in his own ears.