Odysseus stared at the letter that he had received from his wife, Penelope. He swallowed thickly, knowing what had to be done. He stood up and grabbed his pistol.

Weehawken, New Jersey

Everything was legal in New Jersey, which made it a good spot for dueling. Eurylochus stood with his hands behind his back, watching the sun rise from its slumber. It was pathetic, really. He found dueling to be something dumb and irresponsible way to solve a conflict, but here he was.

He wasn’t going to be the done who was going to die. Eurylochus didn’t want his wife to hear the news of his death, yet why should he do the same to Odysseus?

He took a deep breath, his shoulders tensed as he heard footsteps behind him. “You’re here..” He said, wanting to say more, but the words only died in his mouth. Eurylochus turned around, his eyes betraying the look of guilt.

He clenched his fingers around his pistol. A medic had soon arrived, and a small crowd begun to form around them. An audience is what they didn’t need, but it was nothing he could control.