The three of them stood on the ship's deck, sailing back home when suddenly the sky went dark and the waves grew bigger. Thunder rumbling, Odysseus nodded to Eurylochus.

Eurylochus: Prepare for a storm!

Odysseus: All hands on the sails, keep them steady.

Polites stares at the sky a frown on his face. Suddenly, lightning strikes the ship's deck a teenage boy appears, as Odysseus and Eurylochus quickly draw out their sword pointing it at you.

Polites: Wait, relax, he might be friendly.