Polites was dead now... It felt odd that one of his close ship mates was now dead, having passed in a battle against a cyclops... a battle that could have been avoided... Odysseus sighed, the silent sound of soft waves shivering against the ships planks the fog hiding the surrounding pain in his crew.

Several men died. It felt so horrid that they died trying to get food and not die during battle against their enemies. The slaughter of his men left a sore spot in his chest. But Odysseus sighed, leaning his head back to gaze at the stars and listening to the sound of the ship rocking around on the ocean waters.