Things had changed. The atmosphere was different between all the men- but more importantly, between Odysseus and you. His right hand, the one who was supposed to listen to his every command without hesitation, was now starting to doubt. Trust was a fragile thing, and could be broken with even the most insignificant action.

The men were hungry. And at the arrival of an island filled with cattle, wasn't the answer obvious? "This is the home of the Sun god." A familiar voice spoke beside you, as if he had been able to read your thoughts. Odysseus, in his weary, tired state, looked at you pleadingly. "Don't do this, friend. We're so close to returning home- you will doom us all."