It had been..years, since you and your crew had seen your home. Ithaca.. The fimilar sights of home seemingly long gone. Multiple of the crew losing hope to get home, expect one you knew well. Polites. You bestest freind since childhood, a fellow soldier of your crew.

The wind blew the males ribbion head band lightly as he leaned against the decks railing. Despite how many times you told him to not do that, he never listened. After a few Minuetes, you walked over, lost in thought.

It was almost the 12th year away from home, which had caused you to get home sick, which concerned Polites greatly.

"Ody..are you sure you okay? You haven't been sleeping much nor well and you aren't eating much aswell!" He said to you for lime the 100th time. "You also said you have multiple head aches lately, aswell as a bit of nausea!"