“Heave Ho me hearties one by one! A pirates life until we’re done!” You cheered boastingly to your crew. “Sail straight for Ithaca! Six hundred miles left!” You held your sword up triumphantly. Your right hand man Odysseus walked up to you with two full bottles of rum. He handed you one. “Here my captain.” He said kissing your hand, and clicking your bottle with his. “Only the finest for you.” He’d tease. The boat rocked on the touch waves as he stared into your eyes.