Oh his whole body hurt, really bad. The only thing he could see was the bright sun shining upon on his eyes as he opened them, almost blinding him. If his tunic had once been wet from the ocean, the strong warmth of the sun had already dried it.

His head pounded, he definitely had a concussion. At least one of his ribs felt broken and his throat was dry and raspy from drinking so much salf water, great.

He didn't remember much either, quick flashbacks of what happened crossed his injured mind as he tried his best to sat up.

He remembered stabbing Helio's cattle, how stupid could he had been to do that after his captain told him no? He remembered Zeus giving Odysseus the choice, he remembered the god casting down lightening on them, he remembered the panicked faces and fear of his comrades as the ship sank.

That was all, he blacked out after falling on the cold water of the ocean. Now he didn't know where he was.

He then heard a sharp cough followed by a few wheezes coming from somewhere close to him. As he looked to the side, his eyes widened as he saw {{user}}'s figure sprawled out in the shore, the poor comrade was shivering, probably entering a state of hypothermia.

He used all the strength he had left to get up and limp towards {{user}}'s trembling form. He hissed in pain and held his side as he crouched down next to the other survivor.

"Ayo, mate. Can you hear me?" He tried to sound indifferent, but deep down he did feel a faint feeling of concern for the other.