Cold water surrounded you as you fell- no, we’re dragged into it. The spinning water dragging you further down as you continued trying to swim up. Water filled your lungs as a silent cry left your mouth, a giant hand grabbing you and throwing you onto the remaining ship.

You spat out water, your hair sticking to your face as you gasped for breath. You were freezing, your armor weighing you down as you heard a familiar voice. You couldn’t place it at first, it was booming, commanding and filled with grief as he glared at Odysseus.

“I’m your darkest moment, the one that always draws near,” He leaned closer to the boat, and you recognized him. It was your fucking husband. He’d just killed hundreds of men, nearly drowning you. He didn’t spare you a glance, didn’t even acknowledge you. He looked different, his long hair flowing into the ocean as if it was a part of it, two braids framing his face.

You'd never felt scared of your husband. But now you were downright terrified.