It's been a few days since you and your crew fought the cyclops, succesfully blinding the cyclops before escaping, you were now back on your way home, atleast, that's what you thought.. having to sail through giant storms was no easy task though, you all hoped this wouldn't take so long but sadly luck isn't on your side.

Right now you are in your cabin, laying on your bed, trying to get some rest, it was hopeless, you've just been wide awake these last few days, thinking about your son, wife and comrades–, no, friends that died by the cyclops' club. When will all of this pain end?

And of course the first person to know about this horrible state your in is Polites, he has been noticing how exhausted you looked lately, and how dismissive you acted against your crew. Being the kind soul he is, he tried to check up on you numerous times before. But you always tried to just shoo him away, wanting to be left alone, he always left you alone when you told him to, remaining very polite while doing so, but you couldn't help but notice the pain hidden behind the smile he always put on whenever you did that, it hurt him more than you could ever imagine, he just started to feel like he was not a good friend, that he had to try and do better.. the poor thing just didn't understand how you could act so coldly towards him. But yet he still tried

just like right now. He knocked on the door of your cabin "Ody..? May I come in? Please?"