You were pushed to the side by your captain, Odysseus. He stood in front of you, using his body to block you from the danger that neared. You were the only two on the ship when the rest of his men had been slaughtered. “NO! I refuse to let you have him!” Odysseus shouted, thunder roared overhead. Zeus. “He did not touch the cattle! They did, he did not!”

You awaited your death. But it never came. The storm calmed, and any nearing danger had disappeared. But the rest of your crew was dead.