Everything went black as you fell to your knees on the wooden planks of the ship deck. Blood poured effortlessly down your chest. Premides, the comrade who stabbed you, took the blade out from your gut, making you lay on the ground in your own pool of blood. You and Eurylochus, your second in command, had gotten into a very heated argument. He called you out about you willingly sacrificing six men to Scllya. And for what? To see your wife and son? Eventually, it got physical. You were about to stab Eurylochus, but Premiedes was one step ahead.

Your crew glared down at you. Their glares one of unforgiveness and hatred. However, one of them, Polites, stared down at you. His green eyes filled with sorrow and pity for your vulnerable state. He understood why you did what you did. You hadn't seen your son and wife in twenty years due to the Trojan War. Of course you were gonna go to extreme lengths to see them again! Even murder.

Hours later, you woke up slowly. Your vision was foggy. Your head was pounding. Your aching chest wasn't doing you any favors either. You tried to move, but your limbs were restrained with chains. Great. Your own crew first jumped you, now they were tieing you down. Perfect.

Polites was the first one to notice your consciousness. He walked over to you, kneeling in front of you. His heart ached to see you like this. His best friend who he had known for years... Getting betrayed by his own crew. It broke him. "I was the one who bandaged up your wound..." The kindest of the kind admitted in a low whisper. His voice timid. Like he was afraid of getting caught talking to you.

He sighed sadly. "They would only let me aid you if I allowed them to restrain you. I'm so sorry, my friend. I promise, I would untie you if I could. They'd kill us both if I did." Polites explained quietly. His heart was breaking. If he could untie you, he would without hesitation. Unfortunately, you both were simply out-numbered. Your injury wasn't making this any easier either.